“What do you fellows want here?” asked Bill in no gentle tones. “Are you spying on us? If you are you’d better look out, that’s all!”
“We’re not ‘spying’ on you as you call it,” said Jerry. “As for being here, I guess we have as much right to come here after a plate of cream as you have. And we didn’t see anything blue either,” he added.
“What do you mean by that?” demanded Bill Berry in excited tones.
“Just what I said,” replied Jerry in a calm voice. “The last time you saw us you wanted to know whether we had seen anything blue. I thought I’d tell you now that we did not see anything of such a shade, to save you asking a question. But we may see it any day. When we do we’ll let you know.”
The effect of this talk seemed greatly to excite Bill. He turned first pale, then red. He tried to speak but the words failed him.
“Look here!” he finally exclaimed. “I’d like to know what you mean. If the Blue—”
“Keep still!” exclaimed Noddy. “Come on Bill. Don’t have anything to do with the sneaks.”
“Look here!” burst out Ned. “You keep your names to yourself, Noddy Nixon, and speak civilly of us or you’ll find yourself in deeper water than the day that you fell into the river!”
Noddy’s face became red at the recollection of his humiliation at the hands of the motor boys.
“I’ll pay you for that yet!” he exclaimed. “I’m not likely to forget it. You’d better look out. Me and Bill—”