“I’ll fix you for this, all right!”
“Fix us for what?” asked Jerry, innocently.
“For playing that trick on me. You knew there wasn’t any gold there, but you pretended there was, and I dug up a whole lot of worthless dirt. Bah! I’ll fix you for it!”
“Wasn’t there any gold in your dirt, Noddy?” asked Ned, smiling.
“No, and you know there wasn’t!” snapped the bully. “You made me and Bill do a lot of work for nothing. But I’ll get square with you, and those two men. I know Jim Nestor—I’ll fix you!”
“Look here!” cried Jerry, not willing to take any more abuse. “We had no more to do with your digging up the railroad track than the man in the moon. You fooled yourself. There was gold on the track, but it came from a watch that was run over. We didn’t know it until a little while ago. If you’re so foolish as to cart off cinders, and think they’re gold, that’s not our fault.”
“That’s all right! I’ll fix you!” growled Noddy. “Go on, Bill. I don’t want to talk to ’em, but I’ll get square, somehow!”
“Be careful it isn’t in the same way when you took the Comet—our airship—and had to walk home,” warned Ned, referring to something that had happened when the motor boys went after a fortune of radium in the Grand Canyon. Noddy and his cronies had overreached themselves that time; but even then, Jerry and his chums had saved the bully from the hut on Snake Island.
“That’s all right—I’ll fix you!” threatened Noddy. “Come on, Bill.”