He gazed up at the big, dark building, and his thoughts were not very pleasant as he recalled the damage the bully had done to the Comet that afternoon.
“I wonder where Noddy is?” mused the tall lad. “He and Bill are probably off somewhere together. I wonder if he could be in here?”
Jerry paused. There was no light visible in the shed, and our hero was about to pass on, when something—some impulse he could not define,—caused him to turn and advance a little way inside the fence that surrounded the building. The gate was open.
“Oh, pshaw! They can’t be in there,” thought Jerry. “I might as well go home.”
But at that instant there came to his ears the sound of voices in cautious conversation. He listened intently.
“I tell you it’s too risky,” he heard some one say, and in a moment he knew it was the tones of Bill Berry.
“Oh get out! You’re afraid!” retorted Noddy Nixon. “We can easily do it, and get safely away.”
“But the police?” objected Bill.
“Bah! They’ll never suspect that we’re going to do anything like that. And, even if they do we’ll have the job done and get away before they know anything about it. I tell you it’s perfectly safe. Isn’t it worth trying for?”
“Yes, I s’pose it is—but if we’re nabbed?”