“And didn’t they have a sort of double tail; not two tails side by side, but one on top of the other—the short one on top; didn’t they?”
“By Jove! So they did!” cried Professor Bailey, clapping his hand on his leg as though the idea had just occurred to him.
“Maybe they’re just what the professor is looking for,” went on Fussel. “I didn’t dream of it before, but those were a sort of two-tailed lizard.”
Professor Snodgrass, with a hopeful look on his face, gazed from one to the other.
“Gentlemen, is this so?” he asked, eagerly.
“Well, of course I don’t know what sort of a two-tailed lizard you are after,” observed Fussel, slowly, “but the kind you want might be up around a place I have in the mountains. If you like, I’ll let you stay there and hunt for the things. Glad to do it, in fact.”
“I’ll go!” cried the professor, with enthusiasm. “Where is it? How do I get there? Tell me about it!”
They did, in a jumbled, confused way which showed how quickly they had made up the story between them. But the professor was not critical. All he thought of were the lizards.
“I’ll go!” he decided. “I’ll leave for Cresville at once, and get the things I left with Mrs. Hopkins. Then I go. The boys can join me later if they wish. I’ll go to Cresville at once!”