“I thought so! Noddy Nixon again, and this time Bill Berry is with him, as well as that other man! Fellows, he’s on our trail!”
“Well, here’s where he gets off!” cried Bob, as he reached his hand in his pocket, and pulled out a small wooden box. He opened it, and scattered something out on the road.
“What’s that!” cried Jerry.
“Big tacks!” answered Bob. “I thought something like this might happen, so I got ready for Noddy. Some of those tacks will stick point upward, and maybe something will happen. They’re good and sharp, and rather bad for pneumatic tires,” he added with a laugh.
He tossed the empty box away, and he and Ned looked at the car coming on behind them.
“Think they’ll hit ’em?” asked Ned.
“I hope so,” replied the stout lad.
Suddenly there was a commotion, and the pursuing auto was seen to swerve to one side.
“There they go!” cried Bob. “Two tires to the bad, I think! I guess they won’t follow us right away. Speed her up, Jerry!”