“Not a bit. I guess we’ve got about all the evidence we need now,” Jack declared.
“We’ll wait till he gets off and then we’ll hit the trail for Bangor and report to the captain. But we want to be sure and mark our trail so that we’ll have no trouble in finding our way back.”
It was about a half hour later that they heard the motor again.
“Guess he’s ready to start. Yes, here he comes. Get into the bushes,” Bob ordered.
Again they hid themselves and waited until the aviator was well up in the air.
“He’s heading south,” Bob declared as he looked up.
“Where do you suppose he’s taking the stuff?”
“Gee, I never thought of that. I wonder if the captain can arrest them on Canadian soil.”
“Well, I guess that’s up to him. That fellow may land in Boston or New York or any other of a hundred places. He can’t expect us to find out that part of it.”
“Mebby he’ll get another plane and chase him. Gee, wouldn’t it be great if he’d take us with him?”