“Then you’d better prove it.”
“I intend to, and that very soon.”
“All right; and, in the meanwhile, the ship stays here, Glassford,” said Hoswell with a sneer.
“Yes, and I guess they won’t take part in any race,” added the figure which had followed Hoswell; and the motor boys, peering through the semi-darkness of the tent, saw Noddy Nixon.
“You had a hand in this, Noddy,” remarked Jerry. “It’s on a par with what you’re always doing—something mean.”
“Don’t you talk that way to me!” cried Noddy angrily. “I’ll complain to the court that you’re making contempt.”
“Oh, we are, eh?” asked Ned with a laugh. “Well, if there’s anything more contemptible than you, I’d like to see it.”
“Get out of here!” cried Noddy, his anger rising as he saw how the Cresville boys regarded him. “You haven’t any right in this tent. Mr. Hoswell and I own this now.”
“No, you don’t! Nothing of the sort!” cried Jerry.