But Bob exclaimed:
“You needn’t play any music for us—we’re going to move along.”
“That’s right,” chimed in Jolly Bill. “I reckon I’ve spun about all of the yarn you need to hear.”
“No music—you no like?” questioned the Italian, with his shock of hair and his curling, matted beard.
“No like,” said Ned, with a laugh.
Once more the auto rolled along the quiet country road, leaving the organ grinder and his monkey staring after them.
“Looks like he was going to settle down here permanently,” remarked Harry.
“Yes,” agreed Bob. “This is the third time we’ve seen him the same day. They don’t often come to Cliffside.”
“Well, as I was saying,” remarked Ned, “if anybody can locate this Rod Marbury it can be done by our young detective friend Bob Dexter.”
“I’m not so sure of that,” said Bob with a smile. “But I’d like to have a go at it, if Mr. Beegle will let me.”