With a whizz and a roar the machine of the bully passed the one containing our heroes. This was at a point on the road where there was a big puddle. Into it splashed the big-tired wheels of Noddy’s car, and instantly a shower of dirty water was sprayed all over our friends, drenching them, and soiling their trim car.
“Wow!” yelled Noddy in derision as he passed. “Wow! Look out for me! I’m a terror!”
“You’re a sneaking coward! That’s what you are!” shouted Ned, wiping the muddy drops from his face.
“By Jinks! Look at my clothes!” wailed Bob.
“The sneak!” burst out Jerry. “I’ll fix him for that!”
“Take after him!” urged Ned. “We can beat his car all to pieces! Overtake him, and we’ll haul him out and rub his nose in the mud! The cad!”
“I’ll catch him all right!” declared Jerry grimly. “We’ll get even with him for this, all right.”
It was the work of but an instant to turn on more power, and the speedy car of our motor boys shot ahead down the road after the fast-disappearing vehicle of the bully.
“There! He made the turn!” cried Ned.
“And on two wheels,” murmured Jerry. “He’s taking chances.”