“Then you are the very man for us!” cried Ned in great delight. “Here, we can’t lose sight of you. Hop into the auto, professor. You help us locate Mr. Jackson, and we’ll help you get the singing fish! Is that a bargain?”
Mr. Snodgrass gazed through his spectacles at the boys for a moment.
“It is!” he exclaimed suddenly, as he got up into the auto; and Ned started off the machine.
[CHAPTER IV]
NODDY NIXON MAKES TROUBLE
“Hold on a moment, boys! Stop the car. Jam on the emergency brake, or whatever you call it. I must get out! Quick!”
Thus cried Professor Snodgrass about half an hour after he had entered the auto with the boys.
“What’s the matter?” demanded Ned, doing as requested, and bringing the machine to a sudden stop. “Have you lost your hat, Professor?”
“Easy now! Don’t talk or move! Keep perfectly quiet!” Speaking in a whisper, the scientist slid from his seat with his small butterfly net in his hand. Gliding forward like a hunter intent on making a shot at big game, the little man, his eyes fairly glaring through his spectacles, made his way cautiously to a small bush beside the roadway.