[CHAPTER X]
HELD UP
“That’s the way to do it, Bob!” exclaimed Ned.
“I never imagined you were such a plotter,” complimented Jerry. “How’d you come to think of it, Chunky?”
“Oh, it just sort of came to me,” explained the stout lad, as he looked back to see Noddy and his companions leap from their auto, and examine the burst tires. “I figured that after the way Noddy’d been spying on us that he’d try to follow us, so I got ready for him. I thought it out that tire trouble was the easiest for me to bring about, and it would hold him back as well as if it was something else. So I bought the tacks.”
“And made good use of ’em!” chuckled Jerry. “You’re all right, Bob!”
Noddy Nixon straightened up from an examination of his stalled auto. He shook his fist at our friends who were rapidly drawing away.
“I’ll—fix—you—for—this!” yelled the bully in a loud voice.
“Well, you’ll have plenty of time to do it in,” remarked Bob with a laugh. “You’ll have to use new shoes, and inner tubes too, I’m thinking. Speed her up, Jerry.”