“Let’s tell Jerry,” suggested Ned.
“And get the glass to make a better observation,” added his chum. “It seems to be following us.”
Jerry set the automatic steering gear, which, for a certain time, would guide the airship without the attention of human hands. Then the tall lad took a long and careful observation through the telescope.
“Well?” asked Ned, somewhat impatiently.
“It’s an airship, all right,” announced Jerry, “and, unless I’m making a big mistake, it’s Noddy Nixon’s.”
“What!” cried Ned and Bob together.
“That’s what I believe,” went on Jerry. “Take a look, you fellows.”
In turn Ned and Bob viewed the speck in the air behind them. Both agreed that it was an airship, but they were not of one opinion as to the ownership. Ned was sure it was not Noddy’s, while Bob agreed with Jerry.
“If it is Noddy, what are you going to do?” asked Ned. “Mind you, I’m not dead positive it isn’t. Just suppose it is—what’ll you do?”
“Nothing,” answered Jerry, as he turned to go back to the pilot house. “Just keep on—that’s all. When he finds that we’re going to stay out over the ocean for several days, maybe he won’t be so anxious to follow us. So we’ll just keep on; that’s all.”