“I thought he had left the city,” observed Jerry. “I wish he would before the race.”
“Why?” asked Bob.
“Because, Chunky, it makes me nervous to think of what trouble he might make.”
“Oh, I don’t believe he’ll come within a mile of us,” declared Ned. “He’s too frightened. If that was him just then, he dodged like a scared rabbit.”
“All the same, I’d feel easier if he was a few hundred miles away,” went on Jerry.
“Why, what can he do?” inquired Bob.
“There’s no telling. But I think I can arrange matters so as to get ahead of him. I’m glad Ned saw him. It puts us on our guard.”
That evening Jerry was seen in conversation with the hotel detective at the inn where they stopped, and though Jerry said nothing to his chums of what he and the officer talked about, Bob and Ned heard the latter say, as their friend left him:
“I’ll get you a good man, all right, and I’ll have him on the grounds. If there’s any funny work he’ll stop it.”
“That’s what I want,” replied Jerry.