“Do you really want to go with us?” asked Jerry, for there had been no time to question the professor since his excited arrival.
“Of course I do, boys,” he answered.
“But we are going away out West, out in Arizona, to our gold mine, and perhaps farther—across the Rockies.”
“I’ll go wherever you go,” was the answer of the little bald-headed scientist. “I am searching for a flying lizard for the museum with which I am connected, and I may as well look for it in the Rockies as anywhere else. Go ahead, boys, I’ll accompany you.”
“All right,” agreed Jerry, deciding that they could question the professor later as to how he had come to know of their intended trip. “Cast off, Bob—Ned.”
“Cast off she is,” responded the two, sailor fashion, as they again loosened the guy ropes.
“There they go!” shouted the crowd, waving hands, hats and handkerchiefs, as the motor ship trembled slightly.
“Good-bye!” shouted the parents of the boys.
“Good-bye,” chorused the throng.
“Up they go—to the clouds—out of sight—fall down—get up again—fly like the wind—hit the moon—bounce off—come back—kill a grizzly bear—upside down—right again—there they go!” yelled a shrill voice, and it needed no one to tell the boys that it was Andy Rush.