"But didn't you tell Tod's dad about what we--found out?" Dave
hesitated over the last. It was plain to be seen that he was none
too sure in his own mind of the importance of their discovery.

"I did, and he--well, he acted so queer about it that I don't know
what to think. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if they--he and Mr.
Aikens, you know--never went near Lost Island. They think we're just
kids."

"But we don't really _know_ anything, Jerry; we're only just
guessing."

"Guessing, huh? Well, I'm only just guessing that you're wasting a
lot of time about getting your clothes on, but in about half a
minute I'm going to climb all over you."

At that Dave bristled up a bit, but his fingers became spryer with
buttons and hooks and very shortly he stood fully dressed and ready
to go downstairs. Jerry had already made peace with Mrs. Thomas, so
little time was lost in waiting for Dave to snatch a bite to eat and
be on his way.

"I've got four bits loose in my pocket," announced Jerry, once they
were out on the street. "If we don't let any grass grow on the side
streets while we're moving we can make the two-five express on the
Dellwood Interurban. We can drop off when they slow down at Downers
Crossing; that must be almost opposite Lost Island. It's hard going
through the swamps to get to Plum Run, but I guess we're good for
it."