“The rapid-fire chap!” exclaimed his partner.
“That’s right—It’s Andy Rush,” declared Bob.
“Don’t stop to talk, Chunky!” fairly shouted Jerry, giving his stout chum the nickname sometimes applied to him. “Get a move on! If Noddy Nixon is trying some more of his tricks we’ll stop him short.”
“That’s what!” cried Jim Nestor.
“I’m with you,” added Harvey Brill.
By this time Jerry had reached the hall and caught up his hat. His example was followed by his chums and the two Westerners. As for Mr. Baker and Mr. Slade they sat back helplessly in their chairs.
Mrs. Hopkins looked alarmed at first, and then with a resigned air said:
“Oh, well, there’s no use worrying. Noddy and the boys are having one of their periodical outbreaks.”
“That young scamp ought to be sent out of the country,” declared Mr. Baker.