"Bet now we're ready for him the old guy won't turn up," he said, disappointedly.
"Don't worry," assured Herb. "Like as not he won't come 'round till midnight. That's his usual calling time."
"Regular New York swell," commented Gray.
"Wonder what kind of a thing it is," said Fred.
"I'm beginnin' to think it's a witch—never comes around in daylight, and nobody ever can get a peep at him," responded Jerry.
"We'll soon find out," returned Herb. "Least, I hope so."
"How near's Chance now?" suddenly interrogated Fred.
"He's within a couple day's run of us," responded Hawke. "Ought to pass over here Tuesday or Wednesday."
"Gee, bet it'll take a fall out of him to see another plane bobbin 'round here, won't it?" said Herb.
"We'll surprise him, all right," laughed Hawke. "He'll lose his bearings when he sees us put in our appearance. I'll find out the time he's comin' and run him a race."