He did not finish, for at that moment he caught sight of Jerry and his two chums. The face of the old man lighted up.
“The Motor Boys!” he gasped.
Jerry turned at the sound of the voice.
“Mr. Bell!” exclaimed the tall lad. “Jackson Bell—the former hermit! Here!”
“That’s who I am!” cried Mr. Bell, for it was indeed he. “Oh, I never thought I’d find you! I—I ran away from that Nixon fellow—because—because——”
“Come right in here,” urged Jerry, helping the aged man into the cabin. “Come right in. We were all anxious about you. We’ve found Mr. Bell!” Jerry cried, to Nestor and Tod. “Now we can locate Lost Valley, and rescue the people from the Indians!”
[CHAPTER XXII]
OVER LOST VALLEY
The crowd about the airship stared in wonder, not only at the strange craft, but at Mr. Bell, for they had heard what he had said.