It was indeed the old enemy of the motor boys who was advancing toward them. They had not seen him in some months—not since the last time he had made trouble for them.
“Hey! You fellows want to clear out of here!” said Noddy, with his supercilious air. “Vamoose, or you’ll be arrested!”
“Oh, is that so? Who says so?” returned Bob.
“I say so!” and Noddy bristled up like an angry rooster. “This is private land, and I order you away.”
“Who are you?” asked Ned, with a laugh. “Seems to me we’ve seen you before.”
“Don’t get fresh!” advised Noddy. “I’m in charge here, and I order you away. This land belongs to the Universal Plaster Company, and I’m assistant foreman. They made me that when they bought my father’s swamp land. Now you get away!”
“What’s the row, Noddy?” asked a voice, and the boys saw Fussel coming toward their enemy.
“These fellows won’t get away!” blustered Noddy.
“I should say we wouldn’t!” snapped Jerry. “This creek is public property, and we have a right to be here.”