“Were you looking for me?” asked Jerry, in no friendly voice.
“I don’t know as I was,” returned Noddy, in surly tones.
“If you are,” put in Ned, who had stepped to the side of his chum, “you won’t find any gold nuggets to try and get away from us this time.”
“Huh! Think you’re mighty smart; don’t you?” sneered Bill Berry.
“We were smart enough to fool you and the Dominion police you set on us,” laughed Bob. “Now will you have gravy on your pancakes?”
“Don’t you talk that way to us!” growled Bill. “If you do——”
“Oh, come on, we don’t want anything to do with them,” said Noddy quickly, taking his crony by the arm and leading him to one side.
“Glad you’ve come to that conclusion,” spoke Jerry, as he turned back toward the airship shed. “Come on, fellows,” he added to his chums, “we’d better get started. Bob, ask Professor Snodgrass if he’s ready.”
Noddy and Bill started down the street. They were talking earnestly together.
“They’re going off on another trip, that’s sure,” Noddy said.