"My dream book," interrupted Jimmie, "says to look out for a tall, short, dark complexioned man who is smooth-shaven and wears pink whiskers and light hair. He is in some way connected with the Panama Canal and hates water! Perhaps he's trying to stop something!"
"A most accurate description of the very fellow!" laughed Jack. "I think I saw him in my dreams last night!"
Ned glanced quickly towards Jimmie. Often in the past he had discovered that Jimmie's insight and powers of jumping at conclusions had been the means of leading the boys out of puzzling situations and now assumed that the boy's jocular manner was simply a cloak for more serious thoughts. Using the deaf and dumb language, he signalled:
"Come to one side. I want to talk to you."
Walking slightly apart from the group now proceeding toward the gate where the big automobile had been left he asked in a low tone:
"What do you know, Jimmie? Did you see anything?"
"Not a thing!" declared his fellow Wolf. "I just happened to have a stray thought go through my head. That's all!"
"That's funny! I was sure you had discovered a clue!"
"No. It just seemed to me to be the only natural conclusion to be reached. Here we are getting ready for a trip in the Grey Eagle. Also you just come in with a story about this traitor who has stolen the plans of the Panama defences. Then the hangar is set afire. Why shouldn't it be the work of—well, some interested party?"