The tall lad drew his companions into a corner of the big room.
“Shall we do it, boys?” he asked.
“But we don’t know where to look for ’em, whether it’s Noddy, or those other two fellows?” objected Ned.
“No, not yet, but we may be able to pick up some clews by circling around Harmolet. Shall we have a try for the ten thousand?”
“I’m game,” declared Bob. “We were going off on a trip anyhow, to help the professor get his flying frog, and we might as well combine business with pleasure.”
“Well, I’m willing,” declared Ned.
“That settles it,” answered Jerry. “We’ll go!”
He turned to the president and announced the decision of himself and his chums.
“Good!” exclaimed the bank official. “I was pretty sure you’d go. Now as to details. Have you any idea where to begin to look?”
The boys hadn’t, and said so, but they had, in times past, gone off on quests with even more slender clews to work on, so they were not dismayed now. They said they would need a day to stock up the motorship for a long voyage, and get plenty of gasolene aboard. Then, too, they would have to send word of their intentions to their folks.