While the professor was muttering to himself, and finishing dressing, Jerry motioned to his chums who had come up to speak to Uriah Snodgrass, to follow him. He led them a safe distance away and said:
“Guess who I saw.”
“Noddy Nixon!” exclaimed Ned.
“Bill Berry,” replied Jerry, and he told what he had observed.
“What do you suppose he was running away for?” asked Bob. “Are you sure it was Bill?”
“Positive. As to what he was doing I believe he stole that ring.”
“Let’s go tell the professor,” suggested Bob.
“It wouldn’t do any good,” came from Jerry. “We haven’t any proof, and we might get unpleasantly mixed up in the thing.”
“What would you suggest?”
“What do you say to trying to locate Bill?” Jerry went on. “If he’s working at a lighthouse near here we can easily find him. There are not so many. There’s one up the coast about five miles, and one down from here, about the same distance. We can take a couple of days at it cruising around, and combine business with pleasure, though it’s not very nice business hunting for Bill. What do you say?”