"The fellow didn't look like any of the gang."
"There may be some new members we don't know anything about. If we can find the man who drove the carriage, we could discover where he took that young fellow."
"What good would that do? Jurgens and his outfit wouldn't come back to that place. I'll lay a sov the lot of them tripped anchor and bore away the minute the stones came into their hands."
"That's my idea, Dick. I told you the clue wasn't very promising, but it appears to be the only one we have. Townsend, however, suggested something which had also occurred to me."
"Vat it iss?" queried Carl. "I don'd vas mooch oof a handt to dig oop clues, aber I bed you I can tell a goot clue ven I come face to face mit it. Shpeak it oudt, Matt."
"Why not bear away in the air ship to Bayou Yamousa?"
Carl began to shiver.
"Nod dere! Ach, py shinks, don'd have somet'ing to do mit dot olt shpook laty again."
Carl's superstitious fears did not weigh very heavily with Matt and Dick. The latter slapped his hands.
"First chop!" he cried. "It's the last shot in the locker, and who knows but that it may be just the thing for us to do? I'm for beginning the trip to Bayou Yamousa now. It's a still night, mates, and we could get the Hawk off the dock without any trouble. She's ripe and ready for the flight of her life!"