[“THE GREAT RACE WAS UNDER WAY.”]
[CHAPTER XXV]
NODDY GETS HIS DESERTS
Swift as the Comet shot from the earth, with that same curious sensation to those aboard of her that it was the ground dropping away, her speed was not so fast but that something which happened almost directly beneath it was seen by the motor boys. This was the sight of Noddy Nixon stepping forth from behind the corner of the tent and aiming a gun at the motor ship.
“He’s shooting at us!” cried Bob, leaning out from the cabin window and gazing down.
A second later the spiteful “zip” of a leaden missile could be heard, as it shot past the car, narrowly missing the gas bag.
“He almost hit us!” cried Ned.
“That will be his last shot,” said Jerry quietly.