“Yes, I will,” asserted Noddy. “You watch me.”
He continued tinkering with his motor, and at last announced that he was ready.
“Clear the track!” cried some of his helpers. “He has to have a long start. Clear the track! Professor Nixon is going to fly in his wonderful invention.”
“He’s going to fly toward the ground like a chunk of lead,” said the fat man with a laugh.
“All ready?” asked Noddy to his principal assistant.
“All ready, Professor.”
“Let her go!” cried Noddy, cranking the motor, which soon began to make a noise like a Gatling gun.