PROFESSOR SNODGRASS ARRIVES
The three chums quickened their pace and were soon at the academy,
where they were greeted by a number of boy friends.
“Where are you fellows going this vacation? Out west, down to Mexico
or the North Pole? Lots of fun--never say die--right side up with
care--automobiles--motor boats--flying machines--don’t stop--red
flag--danger--never mind--go on--whoop!”
“Let up, Andy Rush!” exclaimed Jerry, laughing. “Give us a chance to
catch our breath, please,” and he looked at a small boy who, in the
stress of excitement, (which was the state he was continually in), was
trying to talk to the three chums at once.
“But I want to know,” insisted Andy.
“We don’t know ourselves,” replied Bob. “Go get a drink of ice water,
Andy. Your windpipe must be hot after all that.”
There was a general laugh at the small boy’s expense, and then
the pupils went inside. While they are thus off the stage for a
brief period opportunity will be afforded to make the reader better
acquainted with them.
The three chums, who, because of their long association with each
other, and the part an automobile and motor boat had played in their
adventures, had come to be known as the “Motor Boys,” lived in the
town of Cresville, not far from Boston. They were Jerry Hopkins, son
of a widow who was well-to-do, Ned Slade, whose father owned a large
department store, and Bob Baker, the offspring of a rich banker.
In the first volume of this series, entitled “The Motor Boys,” was
related how the chums became possessed of motor cycles and how, by
taking part in races, they won a large touring car. Their adventures on
the motor cycles were more than equalled by those that happened to them
when they had their auto, as was told in the second book, “The Motor
Boys Overland.” They conducted a successful search for a gold mine in
Nevada, and aided an old prospector in securing it, though Noddy Nixon
and his crony Bill Berry tried to get it away from them. It was on this
trip that the boys became acquainted with Professor Uriah Snodgrass, a
learned man whose hobby was collecting bugs and butterflies.
In recognition of their aid the boys were given shares in the gold
mine, which paid well. It was this mine to which Noddy referred when he
boasted to Ned of his cocoanut grove.
At the suggestion of Professor Snodgrass the boys decided to take
another trip, as described in the third volume of this series, “The
Motor Boys in Mexico.” In this they discovered a buried ancient city,
had fights with the Mexicans, and Bob was kidnapped but escaped.
Deciding to visit their mine on their way back to the United States,
the three chums had rather a hard time of it. Their doings and the
things that happened to them are told in the fourth book of the series,
“The Motor Boys Across the Plains.” They rescued a small boy from the
hands of a bad gang of men, and this boy proved to be the son of a
queer hermit, who lived on the shores of a lake.
The boys reached home safely, and with quite a sum of money to their
credit. With part of this they purchased a fine, large motor boat,
called the _Dartaway_. In her they had a series of adventures on river
and lake, as related in “The Motor Boys Afloat.” They took part in
races, won a prize, discovered the mystery of a strange schooner and
cleared up the robbery of Mr. Slade’s department store.
But more exciting times awaited them. Their next vacation (for all
their fun was had during the summers when there was no school) was
spent at Harmon Beach, on the Atlantic coast, as recorded by me in
“The Motor Boys on the Atlantic.” There they made the acquaintance
of “Salt-Water Sam,” an old sailor and whaler, and with him made a
successful chase after a whale and a shark. They also uncovered a plot
to change the signals in a lighthouse, so that a steamer might be lured
on the rocks, foiling the men, and aiding the aged keeper and his niece
Jess.
Noddy Nixon, as the partner of Bill Berry (though Noddy claimed he did
not know of the enormity of the offense) had a hand in the lighthouse
plot. As soon as it failed Bill Berry disappeared and Noddy was not to
be found for some time. Then, as there was no charge against him, Noddy
returned to his home. His father would believe nothing wrong concerning
him, and the bully was soon as bold as before. Being well supplied with
money he had spent some of it in buying land in Florida, as Ned has
already related. Bill Berry did not come back to Cresville, which fact
made the three chums rejoice, for they did not wish to see that rascal
again.
“Closing exercises this afternoon, which will be short and sweet,”
observed Bob, as he and his friends came from the academy at noon, “and
then to map out a summer campaign.”
“Yes, we want to get busy,” said Ned. “No use wasting time. You fellows
come to my house to-night and we’ll look over some maps and plan a
cruise. The motor boat is better than ever with the improvements we put
on her last fall.”
“I’ll be there,” called Jerry, as he left his two chums. “I’ve got to
go on an errand for my mother now, but I’ll be on hand after supper.”
“So will I,” added Bob. “I may be a little late though, because--”
“Because he has to eat so much supper; eh, Chunky?” and Jerry laughed
as he shot that parting shaft.
“I promise to provide a light lunch at ten o’clock if you’ll stay that
late,” called Ned. “So long!”
The afternoon exercises passed off successfully, and with farewells
from their teachers the three chums, as well as all the lads in the
academy, bade good-bye to the place of learning and scattered for the
long summer vacation. The motor boys, who were all in the same class,
walked down the street, arm in arm, as three fine lads as one could
wish for,--tall, strong, full of recourse in times of danger, brave and
fearless--excellent types of the American Boy.
“Let’s each think of some plan for a trip,” proposed Ned, as they
parted to go to their several homes. “We can talk ’em all over
to-night.”
A few hours later the three chums were at Ned’s house. On the library
table he had spread out a number of geographies, guide books and maps,
and the boys were soon pouring over them. They talked a perfect babble,
the only things that could be distinguished now and then being such
expressions as:
“How about a trip to Maine?”
“What’s the matter with doing the Gulf of Mexico?”
“We could go to Cuba if the weather kept good.”
“The Bermudas aren’t so very far off.”
“Say, we’ll never settle anything this way,” called Ned after an hour
had been spent in fruitless discussion. “I’ve got a plan.”
“What is it?” asked Jerry.
“Let each one write on a slip of paper the place he’d like to go to.
We’ll drop the slips in a hat and one of us, blindfolded, can pull a
slip out. We’ll go wherever the slip says.”
“Suits me,” exclaimed Bob, and Jerry nodded assent.
Pencils and paper were provided, and the boys were about to write down
their choices when there came a knock on the library door. A moment
later the portal opened and Mr. Slade was looking in on the chums.
“A visitor to see you,” he announced.
“To see who?” asked Ned.
“All three of you. Let me present Professor Uriah Snodgrass.”
“Professor Snodgrass!” exclaimed the three boys in a surprised chorus.
“Where did he come from?”
“I just arrived,” announced a little man with very large spectacles, as
he stepped past Mr. Slade and bowed to the boys. “I reached town this
afternoon, and inquired for Mr. Slade’s store, as I had some business
to transact. He heard my name, and remembered me. He invited me to call
this evening, and--here I am.”
“Yes, and just in time, too,” cried Ned.
“How is that? Have you just captured a rare specimen of a mosquito or
a June bug for me?” and the professor was ready at once to mount his
hobby and start off on a scientific discussion.
“Not exactly,” answered Ned, “but we are trying to decide where to go
in our motor boat for our vacation. Perhaps you can help us out.”
“I’m afraid not,” the professor replied. “I never took a vacation in
my life, and I do not know where would be a good place to spend one. I
know where I am going this summer.”
“Where?” asked Jerry.
“I am going to Florida, to search for a very rare butterfly. It is
pink, with blue and gold wings, and a certain museum has offered me
five thousand dollars for a perfect specimen. It is to be found in
Florida only, and I am off for the everglades next week.”
“That’s a lot of money for a butterfly,” remarked Ned.
“Yes, but the museum can afford it,” went on the scientist. “No other
scientific place in the world has this kind of a butterfly and the
museum I speak of will be the envy of all the others. But it is not
only for the money that would come to me that I would like to get that
butterfly.
“If I succeed I hope to get a position with the museum. A sort of
commission to travel for them into all parts of the world after
curious bugs and relics. That is my ambition, and that is why I am
going to try for this butterfly. It means a great deal to me, as, all
my life, I have wanted to be on the staff of some good museum, in order
to search for curiosities for it. So you see it is not only the five
thousand dollars I am after, though, of course that sum will be very
acceptable.”
“Do you think you can find the butterfly?” asked Mr. Slade, much
interested.
“I hope so,” replied Uriah Snodgrass. “As I have said, it is very rare,
and very difficult to catch. I have read of a number of specimens being
found but they were in poor condition, or discolored, and it is for the
rare coloring of this species that it is desired by the museum.”
“I hope you are successful,” answered Ned’s father. “I have often
wondered, when looking at the collection of insects in a museum, how
they got so many different kinds. Now I understand. It is due to the
efforts of such men as you.”
Jerry arose from his chair. The light of excitement gleamed in his eyes.
“I have it, fellows,” he cried.
“What! Not that rare pink butterfly?” cried the professor, showing
great interest.
“No, but a plan. Let’s go to Florida in the _Dartaway_. It will be a
fine trip. We’ll take you with us, Professor. There’s lots of room.”
For a moment no one spoke. Jerry stood up looking from his chums to the
professor, and then to Mr. Slade.
“I would like nothing better than to go with you boys,” Mr. Snodgrass
answered. “When can you start?”
“To-morrow!” cried Ned. “That’s a fine idea, Jerry! That beats drawing
papers from a hat. Florida it is! What do you say, Bob?”
“Couldn’t be better. I always was fond of oranges and cocoanuts.”
“Then we’re off for the everglades!” exclaimed Ned, beginning to do a
dance around the room. “Can we go, father?”
“Well, I presume it’s no use saying no, so I may as well consent,”
answered Mr. Slade. “But I guess it will take you longer than until
to-morrow to get ready.”
“We can start next week,” put in Jerry. “That will suit the professor.”
“Excellent,” spoke the scientist, as he began creeping up on an
unsuspecting June bug that was crawling on the table.
“That settles it!” remarked Ned. “Now let’s get a geography and lay
out a line of march.”
“Is my son here?” asked a woman’s voice, and the boys looked up to see
Jerry’s mother and Mrs. Slade standing in the library door.
“Here I am,” replied Jerry. “What is it, mother?”
“I was calling in this neighborhood,” went on Mrs. Hopkins. “I knew you
were here and I thought I’d step in and ask you to take me home.”
“Of course I will, mother. We were just planning another cruise.”
“You’re always doing that,” said Mrs. Hopkins with a sigh. “I can’t see
why you boys don’t stay home one vacation.”
“We want to see the world,” declared Ned. “This time we are going to
Florida.”
“Florida?” asked Mrs. Hopkins as if surprised.
“Why not, mother?” asked Jerry.
“Oh, I suppose that place is as safe as any. I was just thinking of
something,” Mrs. Hopkins went on. “I once bought some land in Florida,
but after I got the deed I received word that the property was
practically worthless and I never did anything about it. I have the old
deed home now.”
“Where is this land, mother?” asked Jerry. “I never heard you speak of
it.”
“No, because I was sorry I lost the money I paid for it. The land is
somewhere in the central part of the state I believe. I’ll show you the
deed when we get home.”
“Yes, and if we get to Florida we’ll look up this property,” went on
the widow’s son. “Perhaps it has increased in value. This gives us
another reason for going to the everglades,” and he laughed.
Once more the three boys began scanning the maps and guide books, while
Mrs. Hopkins and Mrs. Slade conversed about household matters. A little
later Jerry escorted his mother home and she showed him the old deed,
of which he took possession.
“Who knows but what it may prove valuable,” he said.
“I hope it does,” remarked Mrs. Hopkins. “I would like to get my money
back.”
Jerry returned to Ned’s house, promising his mother to come home again
as soon as more details of the proposed trip were settled.
“Don’t lose that deed,” cautioned Mrs. Hopkins.
Jerry, with a laugh, promised to keep it safely. He found his chums
still discussing the best means of getting to the land of the
everglades. They little realized what lay before them, nor what was to
happen before they reached Cresville again.