The stout lad came back with several letters. One was for Ned Slade. He quickly tore it open, and, as he read it he gave a startled cry.
“What’s the matter—bad news?” asked Jerry.
“Sort of that way,” replied his chum. “This letter is from the man who was repairing our auto. He says he discovered a flaw in the back axle, and, in order to have a new one properly fitted in he sent the car to Pittsburg, where there is a firm that makes a specialty of such things. Our auto is in Pittsburg!”
“Then it’s all up with using it on the trip west!” exclaimed Jerry. “We’ll have to go by train I guess.”
“No we won’t!” cried Bob eagerly. “Fellows, I’ve got a plan.”
[CHAPTER V]
NODDY’S PLOT DEVELOPS
There was a moment of silence following Bob’s announcement. Then Jerry remarked:
“Well, go ahead, Chunky, and let’s see what you’ve got up your sleeve. Are you going to suggest a wireless airship ride, or a motorless auto?”