“We’ll have to keep our eyes on them; that’s all,” remarked Tinny.
“But they don’t know where we’ve gone,” observed Bob.
“They can easily find out if they know you fellows have come out here to my claim,” said Mallison. “Everybody knows where my shack is.”
“Oh, Noddy can trace us, of course,” admitted Jerry. “Some one at Livingston is sure to have seen us get into your car, Tinny, and they’ll tell if asked. The only thing is that we have Noddy guessing for a while, anyhow.”
“The more trouble we can give him, the better,” declared Ned.
Professor Snodgrass, who had been breathing in deep of the wonderful and vitalizing air and looking about on the wildly beautiful scene, suddenly made a dive for the side of the car.
“There he goes! There he goes!” he cried, pointing.
“Who, Noddy Nixon?” exclaimed Tinny, as he jammed on the brakes.