curiously as the latter went out of the airship.

“There sure is something up,” decided the tall lad. “I wonder what it
is? Chunky has something on his mind, and he doesn’t want to tell what
it is. Maybe he has seen something of our enemies, and he wants to
hurry away from here before they get too active. But, in that case, I
should think he’d tell us. I guess I’ll go out and see what he’s doing.”

Jerry tried to arise and dress quietly, so as not to disturb Ned. But
the latter’s ears were sharp, and he turned over with a quick:

“Say, have you got the early rising bug, too, Jerry?”

“I thought I’d see what ailed Bob.”

“Nothing, only he’s hungry, I’ll wager, and he doesn’t want to admit
it.”

“But he’s out there looking for nuggets, and he didn’t take a bite to
eat.”

“He didn’t! Then there sure must be something wrong. I guess I’d better
get up, too; though it’s a shame, for I could have had another nap.
It’s early yet,” and Ned glanced reproachfully at his tall chum, and
then at a clock on the wall, its dial faintly illuminated in the light
of the newly-dawning day.

“Nobody’s pulling you out of bed,” retorted Jerry. “But it’s hardly
fair to let Bob do all the hunting alone, even if he did get up of his
own accord.”

The boys dressed silently, not wanting to arouse the others in the
craft, though Professor Snodgrass was already up, as he usually was,
before dawn each day, to get insects and bugs that were only abroad at
that early hour.

“Find any, Bob?” sung out Jerry, as he neared his stout chum, who was
walking along, his head bent over, making a course along the recent
flood, as nearly as he could trace it.

“Nope,” was the somewhat gloomy response. “There doesn’t seem to be a
one. But maybe, now that you fellows have condescended to come out,
we may pick up a few. Scatter out a bit, so we won’t go over the same
ground twice,” he added, as Ned joined them.

“Look here, Chunky!” exclaimed Ned. “You must have some object in
getting up so early and beginning this search.”

“I have. I want to find the nuggets.”

“I know, but you must have a special reason. What is it? If it’s
trouble, Jerry and I have a right to know. We’re just as much in this
thing as you are.”

Bob looked cautiously around. No one was in sight save Professor
Snodgrass, and he was so much engaged in trying to creep upon, and
capture, a specimen of an eight-toed lizard that was trying to get away
that he had no idea the boys were even up.

“There is a reason,” went on the stout lad. “I want to find the nuggets
as soon as we can, because our food supply is running low, and I know
Mr. Brill won’t want to leave here until we get the last of the sixty
nuggets. So the quicker we find them the sooner we can leave, and get
stocked up again. We can’t get anything to eat here.”

“That’s right,” agreed Ned. “But I had no idea our stock was so low.
We must have eaten a lot.”

“You mean _Bob_ must have,” put in Jerry.

“Look here!” cried the stout lad; “I didn’t eat any more than the rest
of you--that is, not much more,” he added, quickly. “But our food is
fast going down. Maybe we didn’t calculate right. Anyhow we’ve been
here longer than we thought we would. Now I don’t want to starve, so I
decided that I’d put in all the time I could on locating these nuggets.
That’s why I got up so early.”

“I knew there was eating in it somewhere or other,” declared Jerry,
with a nod of his head.

“Oh, yes, you knew a lot, you did!” retorted Bob. “Always casting it up
to me. I wish----”

“Say, cut it out, you fellows,” advised Ned. “If it’s as Chunky says, I
don’t want to waste any time, either. Let’s get busy.”

“I thought you’d get sense,” murmured Bob.

Together they hunted along the course of the flood, separating so as
to cover as much ground as possible. But that early-morning search was
unavailing. The light gradually became better, the golden sun, flooding
down into the valley; but even the bright rays did not reveal any of
the yellow nuggets amid the rocks and stones.

“I guess it’s going to take longer than we thought,” remarked Bob,
gloomily.

“Say, just how much longer will our food last?” demanded Jerry.

“Oh, well, maybe a week, or a week and a half,” began Bob, “but----”

“A week!” cried Ned. “And you’ve been throwing this scare into us with
a week’s rations on hand! Getting me up, to lose my beauty sleep, and
all that!”

“I’d duck him if it wasn’t so far to the water,” groaned Jerry.

“Well, a week’s supply isn’t any too much,” declared Bob, defending his
course. “Come on, now. We might as well keep on searching until it’s
time for breakfast. It will give us good appetites, and it’s early yet.”

“As if you needed an appetite,” muttered Jerry, as his eyes roved over
the ground.

Professor Snodgrass, giving over his attempt to capture the particular
specimen he was after, came up to where the boys were.

“Have you found anything?” he asked.

“Nothing in your line, I guess, Professor,” answered Ned. “We were
looking for--Look at that!” he cried quickly. “There may be something
you want, Mr. Snodgrass. There! Right between those two black stones!

“It’s some sort of a toad. Wait, I’ll get it for you before it can hop
away,” and Ned was about to plunge his bare hand down in a crevice
among the stones, when the little scientist sprang forward and drew
him back so forcibly that the lad sprawled on the ground.

“What--what’s the matter?” gasped Ned.

“That toad!” cried the scientist. “It’s deadly poisonous. It’s a spined
toad--not a horned one, though it looks like that species. It’s worse
than a rattlesnake. If you had touched it and it had poisoned you, why,
you might have died, though some persons have been known to recover.
Never touch one.”

“I--I thought you’d like it for a specimen,” murmured Ned, frightened
by his narrow escape.

“So I would, but it must be handled with a net. I’ll show you. I didn’t
mean to pull you back so quickly, but I once had a friend who nearly
lost his life because of a sting from one of those creatures, and I
thought you would touch it before I could stop you. Ah, now I have it!”
and, with a quick motion of his insect net, the scientist captured
the ugly-looking creature, which was soon painlessly killed by the
cyanide-bottle process.

Then they resumed their search for the nuggets, but by breakfast time
they had found none.

However, after the meal, which Bob looked at as though it might be
their last, they resumed their quest. Eagerly they searched, and before
noon they were rewarded by locating a few of the precious nuggets. Then
they became more eager, dividing up the territory so as not to cover
the same ground twice.

So busily were they engaged--even Professor Snodgrass doing his full
share--that none of them thought to take an occasional observation of
the distant cliffs. Had they done so, they might have seen several
figures looking down at them, though for the most part, the figures
kept well concealed.

And, had they heard the talk that went on among the spies they would
have felt they had good cause for alarm, for one of them was Jake
Paxton, the man who had been lowered over the cliff.

“I guess there’s no fake about it this time,” said Paxton. “They’re not
after snakes now.”

“I knew they’d look for the gold sooner or later,” declared one of the
party.

“Well, you were right after all, Noddy,” came the retort. “And now
we’ve got to consider how we can get it away from them. I guess the
mounted police will be our best play.”

Meanwhile Jerry and his friends were finding nugget after nugget. They
were considerably scattered by the flood, but once the gold had rolled
out of the box, it had sunk, and had not been carried more than a
comparatively short distance.

“Well, if we had three more we’d have ’em all,” said Bob, toward the
close of that memorable day. “We have fifty-seven so far.”

“Fifty-eight!” cried Ned quickly, as he stooped and held up another of
the yellow lumps. “We only need two more.”

“Let’s let them go,” suggested the stout lad. “I’m afraid our grub----”

“Drop that, Chunky!” cried Jerry. “We’ll stay until we get the whole
sixty nuggets, if we have to live on half rations!”

Bob groaned, and hastened off to the kitchen to take an account of the
food remaining. He came back, looking rather serious, but said nothing.

“Those two last nuggets aren’t so very large,” suggested Mr. Brill. “If
you boys want to go back----”

“We’ll get ’em all!” exclaimed Jerry. “The folks back home expect us
to, and we will. Why, there’s no special hurry, and I’m sure we’ll find
them soon. I----”

“Here’s one!” interrupted Jim Nestor, as he located a small lump of
yellow metal, where it had lodged between two stones. “And great
Peter!” he yelled a moment later, “here’s the twin! Hurray, boys! We’ve
got ’em all--the whole sixty nuggets of gold!”

“Good!” cried Jerry, while Bob said:

“Now we can go, and we won’t have to starve,” and there was a brighter
look on his face.

It was true enough. A count showed that every one of the sixty nuggets
had been found, and it was good work, considering how scattered they
had been. But the searchers had certain advantages on their side, and
nature, in a way, had aided them.

“Well, I reckon we’ll start for home in the morning,” remarked Bob,
a little later that evening, when they were seated about the supper
table. The sixty nuggets were piled in a box in the cabin, where all
could see them, and they glowed richly yellow in the glare of the
electric lights.

“Yes, we’ve gotten all we came for,” spoke Jerry, “and I guess we can
leave the valley in the morning. Our quest couldn’t have been any more
successful.”

“And I got what I came for!” exclaimed the professor, as he looked
at his luminous snakes. “I wish I could have gotten a yellow jumping
spider,” he went on with a sigh; “but I will look for that next.”

“‘All’s well that ends well,’” quoted Ned. “And now I’m going to turn
in--I’m tired.”

It began to rain in the night, and when morning came our friends faced
most disagreeable weather. It was cold, and a strong wind dashed the
rain against the windows of the motorship. But they did not mind the
elements now, for, snugly within the _Comet_, they did not feel their
inclemency.

“Here we go!” cried Jerry, soon after breakfast. “Turn on the gas, Ned,
and we’ll go up as a balloon until we get out of this valley. I don’t
want any accidents.”

The great motorship arose, and through the mist and rain ascended from
the valley of the luminous snakes and the sixty nuggets of gold. The
wind increased in violence as they got above the protecting sides of
rock, and when they reached the top of the big gulch the _Comet_ was
fairly heeled over in spite of her powerful propellers.

“Some blow, this!” gasped Jerry, as he labored to shift the rudder.

“Can we weather it?” asked Jim, who was in the pilot house with him.

“Oh, I guess so. But I’ll be glad when it’s over.”

“We’re on the Canadian side,” returned Mr. Nestor, as he looked down,
and took note of the landmarks.

“We’ll soon be in our own country,” went on Jerry, “though we could
make it quicker if this wind wasn’t against us.”

Hardly had he ceased speaking when from below them came several sharp
cracks, and at the same time the airship seemed to hesitate and
falter. Then it began to sink slightly.

“What’s the matter?” yelled the miner.

“Something’s wrong with the gas bag!” answered Jerry, who saw by the
vapor gauge before him that they were losing buoyancy. Then from the
observation cabin where he had gone, Bob yelled:

“There’s a crowd just below us, and they’re shooting at us, too!
They’re aiming at the gas bag!”

“I thought so!” murmured Jerry. The _Comet_ lurched to one side, and
settled more and more.

“Shut off the motor, Ned!” cried the tall lad. “We’ve got to go down!”

They descended gently, in a comparatively level place, and as Jerry
could tell that there were several punctures in the gas bag, he
turned off the supply of vapor, and set the pump going that forced it
back into the steel container, where it was compressed. The big bag
collapsed into its frame.

They had come down on top of the cliffs surrounding the valley, and,
hardly had they settled than a crowd of horsemen rode up, surrounding
them. Jerry saw that one or two wore the uniform of the Canadian
mounted police, and, to his surprise, in the throng were Noddy Nixon
and Bill Berry, and the man with the scar whom the tall lad had seen in
the railroad station.

“What does this mean?” yelled Jim Nestor, angrily. “Why have you shot
at us?”

“To stop you,” replied one of the police. “We are sorry, but it was the
only way. We had to stop you.”

“What for?”

“Because you are taking over the Border gold secured in the Dominion of
Canada, in violation of the international law. You must give up that
gold. It belongs to the Crown.”

“It does not! It belongs to me!” yelled Harvey Brill.

“Our information is to the contrary,” spoke the leader of the police.
“We regret that we had to fire on your balloon, and are sorry if we
damaged it much. But in a case like this, involving international
complications, it was the only thing to do. We had to stop you before
you got over the Border.”

“And who told you this gold was not mine?” asked Mr. Brill.

With a motion the police officer indicated Noddy Nixon.

“I thought so,” murmured Jerry. “Well, we’ll fight this thing out to
the end now. I see his game!”

CHAPTER XXX

A FLIGHT BY NIGHT

“Young man,” said the chief of the mounted officers, “I heard what you
said, and I want to warn you to be careful.” His tone was firm, but
respectful, and Jerry, looking at the group of those surrounding the
crippled airship, saw a grin of malicious delight on the face of Noddy
Nixon.

“We are going to stand up for our rights,” said the tall lad.

“I can’t blame you for that,” went on the officer. “But don’t talk
of fighting. We are in authority here. I might add that under the
circumstances, and in view of the information given to us, we could
only act as we did and halt you.”

“Do you know the whole story?” asked Jerry.

“No, but I am informed that you are citizens of the United States, that
you have in your possession gold taken from the Dominion of Canada, and
that you propose to take it into the United States, across the Border,
in violation not only of the customs laws, but of the international
law regarding treasure as well. Is that correct?”

“Well, I suppose it is--in a measure,” admitted Jerry. “But I should
like to tell you the whole story. Will you come in, you and the other
officers?”

“We will be glad to,” said the mounted man, in more genial tones. “We
are sorry for what we had to do, but we must enforce the laws.”

“That’s all right,” said the tall lad. “Maybe you’ll feel differently
after you hear all the facts.”

The men tied their horses to some trees, and approached the airship
through the mist that was falling. Noddy and some of his cronies
started to follow, evidently not liking it in the storm.

“No, you don’t!” cried Jim Nestor, barring the way of all save the
police. “You fellows can stay out. Harvey, get busy here. There’s some
undesirable citizens trying to get in,” and the two Westerners proved
an effectual barrier against the plotters.

Jerry lost little time in telling the story of the search for the
gold, adding his suspicions of how Noddy Nixon had followed them, and
joined forces with the unscrupulous men who had first tried to take Mr.
Brill’s wealth from him.

“It is true that we found the gold in Canada,” explained Jerry; “but
it was washed there, after being dug in the United States, and only by
accident did it get over the Border. We surely had a right to recover
our own property, and bring it back.”

“Hum! That puts a different face on it,” said the chief officer,
obviously much puzzled. “I did not know that. I will have to report to
my superiors,” he went on. “It will take some little time, and I am
sorry for the delay caused you. If what you say is true, and I have no
reason to doubt it, we have no jurisdiction over you. I shall at once
ride to the nearest telegraph station and make a full report of the
matter to my superiors. Then if everything turns out as I expect it
will, you may go.”

He and his companions left, after Jerry had insisted on their taking
some hot coffee which Bob made. As they got outside, the mounted police
were surrounded by Noddy and his cronies, eager to learn what had taken
place in the airship. That they were disappointed by the outcome was
evident.

“They’re going to have their own troubles getting hold of this gold!”
declared Mr. Brill, grimly.

“And if they make any move toward my luminous snakes!” exclaimed the
professor, “I--I’ll fight ’em--that’s what I will!”

The mounted officers rode off in the storm, and Noddy and his
companions made a rough camp not far from the stalled airship.

“What are you going to do, Jerry?” asked Ned, as dinner time drew near.
“Stay here and wait for those officers to come back?”

“I am not!” declared the tall youth.

“What then?”

“We leave here to-night!”

“To-night?”

“Yes. I know what the decision will be--in our favor--and there is no
use staying here and taking chances with that crowd,” and he nodded
toward the campers.

“The gold is ours,” he went on, “and we have a right to take it where
we please. The mounted police admitted as much. It was all a bluff on
the part of Noddy’s crowd to make trouble. Maybe they thought they
could, in some way, get possession of the nuggets. But we’ll fool ’em.
We’ll slip away to-night--after dark.”

“But how can we--when the gas bag is full of holes?” asked Mr. Brill.

“We’ll go as an aeroplane,” declared Jerry. “There is enough level
ground here for a start, and those police won’t be back before morning.”

Night settled down, a cold, windy, stormy night, and Noddy and his
cronies in their camp were anything but comfortable. They seemed to be
waiting for the return of the police, but the Westerners expressed the
belief that the lawless men might try to rush the airship after dark
and take the gold.

“We’ll stop ’em if they do,” declared Jim Nestor, grimly.

Strict watch was kept, and in the shelter of the craft Jerry and his
chums went over all the machinery. They would not need to use the gas
apparatus to get over the Border.

“I think there’s something doing out there,” reported Mr. Brill, about
nine o’clock, coming in from the outer deck where he had been keeping
watch on the camp. “It looks like they were coming this way.”

“Let ’em come,” replied Jerry. “We’re ready to start. Turn on the
motor, Ned!”

With a rush and a roar the _Comet_ shot across the ground. There was
a chorus of surprised cries, and one or two rifle shots. Then, like a
bird, the motorship sailed aloft, leaving the disappointed plotters
behind.

“We’re off!” yelled Ned.

“For the good old U. S. A.!” added Bob.

“Over the Border, and all the mounted police in Canada can’t touch us!”
spoke Jerry, gleefully. “I think we’ve fooled ’em. They didn’t think we
would, or could, go.”

The cries and rifle shots died away in the darkness and the _Comet_
swept on, out of danger.

Of the return trip little need be written. By morning they were over
the Border, in their own country, and out of Canadian jurisdiction.
They found a good place, and made a descent to repair the gas bag, for
they could not tell when it might be needed. The storm was at an end,
and in the sunny weather their spirits revived wonderfully. Many times
during the course of the repairs they stopped to look at the gold,
while Professor Snodgrass lovingly viewed his luminous snakes.

“Oh, but we sure had adventures this trip!” exclaimed Ned, when they
were ready to start off again.

“Yes, it came near to beating anything else we ever did,” agreed Jerry.

“I guess we’ll have to settle down now, for a while,” remarked Bob.

“Settle down! I guess not!” cried Jerry. “We’ll have some more fun as
soon as we can,” and how they did it, and what it was, will be related
in the next volume of this series, to be called “The Motor Boys Under
the Sea; Or, From Airship to Submarine.”

Once more they were on the wing. The _Comet_ swept along at wonderful
speed and soon they were back at Kabspell, where they intended to take
their motorship apart, and go home by train, with the gold and the
professor’s snakes.

Everything went off well, and the troubles they had coming West were
not repeated on the trip East. How Noddy fared with the grub-stakers
who sought to get the gold they did not learn for some time later,
but they did hear that the mounted police returned to the place
where they had left the airship, intending to report that they had
no jurisdiction, and that Jerry and his chums could do just as they
pleased. But the motor boys had done it anyhow.

The gold proved to be of more value than was thought, and the syndicate
of the boys’ parents received their money back with good interest. Jim
Nestor and Harvey Brill purchased their mine, and are still working
it. In fact it paid so well that Mr. Brill could help most of his
poor relations, including the stout aunt. Jake Paxton and Ike Weldon,
the chief plotters of the grub-stakers, got into trouble soon after
their disappointing trip to the Border, and had to flee the country.
Noddy and Bill came back, much chastened in spirit. The Blackfeet
Indians, after their little excursion, were safely driven back on the
reservation.

“Well, I wonder if Professor Snodgrass got his luminous snakes safely
to the museum?” said Ned to his chums one day several weeks later.

“Yes, I had a letter from him,” spoke Jerry. “He said he had received
another honorary degree. He’s got more letters to his name now than
ever.”

“But, all the same, he’s a nice man,” observed Bob, who was munching a
piece of cake, his chums having called at his house.

“That’s what he is,” agreed Ned. “Say, let’s go for a motorboat ride,
and talk over where we’ll spend the summer vacation,” and with the
motor boys thus on pleasure bent we will say good-bye to them.

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