“I know, but there may have been some mistake. Science is not always accurate.”
“That’s so,” admitted Ned. “Lots of times the professor has been mistaken when he tried to find a certain kind of bug where all the books said it was sure to be. Why not give him another chance, Jerry? Maybe this is all a fake,” and he pointed to the advertisement.
“It doesn’t look so,” returned the tall lad. “Still, it isn’t any fun for me to believe the professor helped to swindle us. I’d a heap sight rather find out it was all a mistake. And, as you say, I’m willing to give him another chance. But how can we do it?”
“Follow up our original plan,” suggested Bob. “Go to his home and see him. If he isn’t there, they may know where he is, and we can follow him. That’s what I’m in favor of.”
“So am I!” cried Ned.
“That settles it!” exclaimed Jerry. “The majority rules. We’ll go find the professor. But it’s a hard thing to believe him against us—a hard thing.”
“Don’t believe it, dear,” suggested Mrs. Hopkins in her gentle voice. “Just suspend judgment. I am sure it will all come out right.”
Jerry shook his head doubtfully.
“And, if it doesn’t,” went on his mother, “money isn’t everything in this world. We shall live, even without the money we might have had from the sale of this yellow clay, Jerry.”
“Oh, but I do hate to be cheated and fooled!” he answered. “Noddy Nixon is laughing at us now, I believe.”