“For the good old U. S. A.!” added Bob.
“Over the Border, and all the mounted police in Canada can’t touch us!” spoke Jerry, gleefully. “I think we’ve fooled ’em. They didn’t think we would, or could, go.”
The cries and rifle shots died away in the darkness and the Comet swept on, out of danger.
Of the return trip little need be written. By morning they were over the Border, in their own country, and out of Canadian jurisdiction. They found a good place, and made a descent to repair the gas bag, for they could not tell when it might be needed. The storm was at an end, and in the sunny weather their spirits revived wonderfully. Many times during the course of the repairs they stopped to look at the gold, while Professor Snodgrass lovingly viewed his luminous snakes.
“Oh, but we sure had adventures this trip!” exclaimed Ned, when they were ready to start off again.
“Yes, it came near to beating anything else we ever did,” agreed Jerry.
“I guess we’ll have to settle down now, for a while,” remarked Bob.
“Settle down! I guess not!” cried Jerry. “We’ll have some more fun as soon as we can,” and how they did it, and what it was, will be related in the next volume of this series, to be called “The Motor Boys Under the Sea; Or, From Airship to Submarine.”
Once more they were on the wing. The Comet swept along at wonderful speed and soon they were back at Kabspell, where they intended to take their motorship apart, and go home by train, with the gold and the professor’s snakes.
Everything went off well, and the troubles they had coming West were not repeated on the trip East. How Noddy fared with the grub-stakers who sought to get the gold they did not learn for some time later, but they did hear that the mounted police returned to the place where they had left the airship, intending to report that they had no jurisdiction, and that Jerry and his chums could do just as they pleased. But the motor boys had done it anyhow.