“We are going on a trip, but it’s mostly a land trip,” explained Ned. “We may use the airship, though. It all depends; and if Jerry carries out his plans, and attaches the hydroplanes, we might make a sea trip, but that’s all in the air as yet. We’re looking for a certain man.”
“And I’m searching for a rare fish,” went on the scientist. “At odd times I collect whatever specimens come in my way.”
“What are you doing in this part of the country?” asked Ned. “I thought you were in Boston.”
“So I am, but I heard of a man out this way who knows the habits of the singing fish, and I want to get some information from him. So I came on, and, as the man was not at home I improved my opportunity by strolling out into the country to see what I could find.
“I have been very fortunate; I find the red butterfly, and I meet my former friends. Both are most delightful surprises. But, may I ask, who is the man you are seeking?”
“Mr. Wescott Jackson,” answered Ned, after a moment’s hesitation.
“Wescott Jackson! Not the wealthy promoter?” cried Professor Snodgrass.
“That’s the man,” declared Jerry.
“Well, if that isn’t odd!” exclaimed the scientist. “Why I know him. In fact, he and I are great friends. He is one of the trustees of the museum where I am employed, and I once did him a great favor, in getting him a certain old rare Aztec altar, for he collects antiques. Yes, I know Mr. Jackson quite well.”