“No, you don’t need to do that!” exclaimed Fussel, again winking at the other professor. “You can get a train from here. In fact, one leaves this afternoon.”
“But I have many things, and some rare specimens, at the Hopkins house.”
“No matter. We’ll send there and get them for you, and forward them to you. Just write a note, or order, saying you want them. We’ll attend to the rest.”
“All right,” agreed Professor Snodgrass. He was in a sort of daze. All that stood out clearly in his mind was the chance of getting the two-tailed lizards.
While he was writing the note to Mrs. Hopkins, requesting her to deliver to the bearer his possessions, Fussel and Bailey went out of the room.
“Whew!” exclaimed Bailey. “A close call, that!”
“I should say so! I never knew he was a friend of the Hopkins chap, or I’d never have asked him to make an examination of this clay.”
“Well, we’ve done it now. It’s too late to be sorry.”
“But no damage is done, if he doesn’t tell how valuable it is until we get possession of the land. After that we don’t care what happens.”
“No; but we must get him out of the way before he has a chance to talk. We’ve got to ship him right off. He mustn’t even see the Hopkins lad, or his chums.”