“Say,” Glen Howard remarked, “there was a dwarf in the house named Jumbo. He didn’t seem to like the gang he was training with, and I thought we might be able to get him to keep an eye out for us.”
“I’ll go and see him,” Jimmie said.
“Yes, go walking right up to the front door and knock, and say you would like to sell the lady of the house a carpet sweeper, and you’ll get a piece of lead in your anatomy,” Jack said.
“All right,” Jimmie grinned, “when I go to call on Jumbo I’ll get an airship an’ drop down out of the blue into the chimney. Say, you fellers make me tired. Do you really want to get this Jumbo person into the game?”
“It might not be a bad idea,” Ned replied.
“All right, then,” grinned Jimmie, “I’ll have me private secretary look him up.”
“You might have him look up my emerald necklace, while he is about it,” laughed Frank. “I can’t afford to lose that.”
“As I have before remarked,” said the lieutenant, “find Pedro and you’ll find the necklace.”
“Unless he’s soaked it,” Frank put in.
About dark Lieutenant Gordon arose to go back to Ancon and Jimmie and Peter Fenton moved down the little path with him.