“If they’re friends of yours I s’pose it’s all right,” went on Noddy.
“Well, rather!” drawled Vasco, lighting another cigarette from the stump of his last one.
“Will they help us?” went on Noddy.
Bilette addressed something in Spanish to his friends who had so mysteriously appeared.
“Si, señor,” they exclaimed as one man, bowing to Noddy.
“Queer you happened to have ’em on hand,” said Noddy, accepting the answer to his question, for he had learned a little Spanish, and knew that “si” meant yes.
“I anticipated we might need them,” said Bilette. “So I told them to be on hand and in waiting to-night. They are very prompt.”
“Then we’ll join forces with them and show Jerry Hopkins and his crowd that he can’t have everything his own way,” growled Noddy. “Come on, we’ll follow them now and see what they are doing,” and Noddy seemed ready to start off.
“Not to-night; it’s time to turn in,” objected Bilette. “We’ll begin early in the morning.”