CHAPTER VII
OFF FOR FRANCE
Noddy Nixon needs no introduction to my old readers. This rich and impudent lad had, more than once, done his best to injure the Motor Boys, and, with the plotting of Jack Pender and Bill Berry, a Cresville n’er-do-well, had too often succeeded.
“Well, I don’t see anything of Bill or Jack,” observed Jerry, as he looked toward Noddy Nixon, and noted, that the bully was surrounded by a group of strange recruits.
“Yes, if he’s by himself he won’t be so hard to handle,” agreed Ned. “But I wonder where he came from? He ought to be in jail!”
“I suppose he came from some training camp—same as we did,” observed Bob. “And he looks as though he had been well fed, too. He’s as fat as butter.”
“That’s Chunky all over—thinking of the eating end,” laughed Ned.
“Yes, Noddy is fat all right—too fat!” declared Jerry. “He hasn’t been drilled as hard as we 54 have, or else he got a desk position somewhere and held on to it.”