“I’d like to go back to look at the place,” said Bill Cromley. “Some partners of mine and me tried to locate the chest once, but we didn’t have any luck. I know where it ought to be found, but things don’t always turn out the way they ought to.”
“Indeed they don’t,” said Tinny, with a laugh.
He pointed out the sights along the way, the boys being much interested in what they saw. They passed through small towns and again through lonely stretches where not so much as a miner’s tent was observed.
“Nice car you have,” said Jerry, as he noted the smoothness with which the auto ran along.
“Not bad,” admitted Tinny. “It’s just what I need out here. What did you do with yours, Jerry?”
“Sold it in Chicago.”
“He’s going to buy a twelve-cylinder if this mine turns out anyway at all well,” joked Ned.
“What do you think of that Noddy Nixon crowd, anyhow?” asked Tinny, after a while. “I mean do you think they’re likely to do any mischief?”
“You never can tell what Noddy will do,” was Jerry’s reply. “And now that he has Dolt Haven with him, it’s even more of a guess. If it was just Jack Pender I wouldn’t take much stock in it, as Jack is a weakling and a coward. But Haven, so I imagine, while he doesn’t know much, is just ignorant enough to be dangerous.”