“Yes, on my plans,” went on Hoswell bitterly.
“Would you like to get your plans back?” asked Noddy.
“Of course, but what’s the use talking about that? I don’t stand any chance. I haven’t any money.”
“Can you prove that those plans are yours?”
“I certainly can.”
“And if you could, do you suppose you could make him give up the airship?”
“I think so. But why do you ask?”
“Because I’m going to help you get your plans back and take the ship away from them!” exclaimed Noddy. “My father has plenty of money, and I know he’ll aid you. Come with me. I’ll get even with the motor boys this time, I guess.” And chuckling with evil glee, Noddy led his new acquaintance over the fields.