“I guess so,” growled Bill. “But I don’t see that it makes any difference to us.”
“Oh, don’t you?” asked Noddy. “Well, it might. I’ve a notion to get out my airship and follow them.”
“What for?”
“What for? Because I need the money; that’s what for.”
“Money? How do you know they’re going after money?”
“Because they ’most always are. Now, Bill, it’s like this. Everything we’ve done, lately, has been a fizzle. We’ve lost out every time.”
“Well, it was as much your fault as mine,” growled Bill.
“Maybe it was,” assented Noddy, who seemed to have some special reason for not wanting to quarrel with his crony. “But when Jerry and his two chums start off it’s ’most always because they can make something out of it. Now I need money.”
“So do I, for that matter.”
“Our last trip didn’t pan out,” went on Noddy, “and my father has shut down on me. I’ve got to get some cash, and the only way I know to get it is to follow these chaps. They may be going out to locate another gold mine.”