“It’s all right in the country hotels,” Jerry said to the scientist, “but in a big city one they wouldn’t understand you.”
“I see, Jerry,” was the answer. “But there’s no harm in my looking for bugs, is there?”
“Oh, no, look as much as you like,” returned the tall lad.
Jerry went to the garage to get his repaired car. On his return to the hotel he saw Noddy in the lobby talking to Bill Cromley.
“I’ll make it worth your while to come with us,” he overheard Noddy say to the old miner.
Jerry hesitated, wondering what the answer would be. But if he had any doubts as to the loyalty of Mr. Cromley, they were soon dispelled.
“Come on,” urged the bully, taking hold of the old miner’s arm. “I’ll buy you a cigar and we can talk it over.”
“No, you won’t buy me any cigars!” cried the miner, shaking himself free as Noddy tried to draw him toward the cigar counter. “The kind you smoke must be made of skunk cabbage! Get that? Skunk cabbage for skunks!”
Noddy grew red in the face and hastily moved away followed by the laughter of several men who had heard what was said.
“I guess we can depend on Bill,” remarked Jerry to Bob.