“Does he expect to sail it himself?”
“What sort of a shebang is it?”
“Why didn’t you tell us before?”
“Queer we didn’t hear anything about it. He must have been keeping it quiet.”
“Where did he get the gumption to invent it?”
These, and other questions and comments, Bob’s two chums asked of him so quickly that he had no chance to reply.
“That’s all I know about it,” he said, when Ned and Jerry had to stop to get their breaths. “What’s the matter with taking a run over to Broadlands and finding out more about it? Maybe we could get up a machine ourselves.”
“Not if the carnival takes place next week,” replied Jerry, though there was a new look on his face—a look which his companions knew indicated that he was thinking deeply. Indeed, Bob’s news had created quite an impression on Jerry, and in a measure it was responsible for a series of strange happenings which took place after that, and in which the motor boys played conspicuous parts.
“And is that all you can tell us?” asked Ned. “What sort of a machine has Noddy?”