“Then we’ve got to hit the trail?” asked Bob.
“Sure!” cried Ned and Jerry.
“I’ll put up the grub,” offered Bob, in all seriousness. “Hang Gow can go to bed and get over his headache. I’ll look after things here.”
But this was just what the cook would not allow. As soon as he understood what Bob’s object was—kindly though it was intended—Hang Gow made all sorts of Chinese noises, and in effect said it would take more than a knock-out to keep him from his kitchen work.
The result was that after his head had been bound up Hang Gow resumed work where it had been interrupted.
Then the Motor Boys and Tinny began searching for clews that would put them on the trail of Noddy and his crowd.
“We’d better go right down to Livingston and find out where they hang out,” suggested Tinny. “Where’s the professor?”
“Out after bugs,” replied Ned. “But he isn’t much good in a case like this.”
“He was all right when it came to the mountain lions,” remarked Bob.
“That’s so!” agreed Jerry.