“I didn’t notice any of those names. I don’t believe any of those big inventors will be on hand, but I can tell you one person who’s going to have an entry.”
Bob’s manner was so earnest, and he seemed so worked up over his news, that both Ned and Jerry lost their half-bantering air, and began to be seriously interested.
“Who is it?” inquired Jerry.
“Noddy Nixon.”
“What? Noddy? That chump going to exhibit an airship?”
“I don’t know that it’s exactly an airship,” answered Bob. “But it’s some sort of a machine for sailing above the earth, or it wouldn’t be allowed at the carnival.”
“But Noddy Nixon, of all the fellows in the world!” commented Jerry.
“It does seem sort of queer,” admitted Bob. “That’s what drew my attention to the posters. I saw Noddy’s name on them.”
“Is his name on the posters?” chorused his two companions.
“Sure. He’s one of the entrants; I believe that’s the proper word,” said Bob, grinning. “His machine is called the Firefly.”