“I don’t know where to look for Mr. Jackson.”
“Say! we’ve done harder things than that!” cried Jerry suddenly. “What’s the matter with the three of us having a hunt for this Mr. Jackson? Can’t we aid you, Ned?”
“I only wish you could.”
“We can!” declared the tall youth, with energy. “Bob—Ned! We’ll let the air-ship go for a while, and we’ll devote all our energies to finding Mr. Jackson. What do you say, Bob?”
“I’m with you from the drop of the hat!”
“Good! Then, Ned, you can consider that your father’s troubles, and yours, too, are in a fair way to be settled when the Motor Boys get on the trail,” and the tall lad clapped his chum on the back with hearty good-will.
[CHAPTER II]
NEWS OF MR. JACKSON
“You feel better already, don’t you, Ned?” asked Jerry a little later, following a brisk discussion of the possible plans for locating Mr. Jackson.