“Mr. Glassford is here!” exclaimed the owner of that name, suddenly stepping from behind the gas bag. “Masterly, I’m glad to have heard you say what you did. I do need your testimony to defeat the plans of a scoundrel whom this young man backed up with his money.”
“And I’ll be glad to help you!” cried Masterly heartily, holding out his hand to his former employer. “I thought there was something queer about this fellow wanting to buy my silence.”
“He’ll find it more than queer,” spoke the lawyer significantly. “I shall inform the court——”
But Noddy, with a quick motion, hurried from the tent, crawling under the canvas at the rear.
“Catch him!” cried Ned.
“Let him go,” advised Jerry.
“He’ll make more trouble for us,” declared Bob.
“We’ll be on the lookout,” went on Jerry. “If he tries any more of his tricks I’ll have him arrested.”
“He could be taken into custody for what he has already done,” said Mr. Morton, “but we must not waste time on him. If Mr. Masterly will come to my office I will draw up an affidavit, have him sign it, and then we will present it to the court. I have no doubt but that the injunction will then immediately be vacated, and you can resume control of your airship, Mr. Glassford.”