“And I hope we find it solid gold!” murmured Bob.
“You don’t want much!” laughed Jerry. “What’s up—see something?” he asked Ned, who had suddenly risen from his chair and was gazing from the window.
“Yes, I see something, or, rather, somebody,” murmured the department storekeeper’s son. “I wonder if I’m seeing right, though. Come here, fellows, and see if you see the same thing I do!”
He pointed toward the figure of a small man hurrying along past Jerry’s house.
“Isn’t that Professor Snodgrass?” demanded Ned.
“It sure is!” cried Jerry.
“What in the world is he doing here?” Bob wanted to know.
“What does he ever do but chase bugs?” inquired Jerry. “That’s probably what he’s doing now, and he’s so interested that he forgot to stop here. Very likely he started out to pay me a visit and it has slipped his mind.”
“We’d better go after him,” suggested Ned, “or he’ll keep on traveling until he wears his shoes out. Come on!”