“Let’s hide!” suggested Bob. “They haven’t seen us yet, and maybe we can hear something of their plans.”
“Good idea!” decided Jerry. “To the hay, fellows!”
The three boys and the two men made a scramble for the haymow as Noddy and Jack drove their machine into the barn.
[CHAPTER VIII]
A CRASH
For several seconds after having rolled into the barn out of the now driving downpour of rain, Noddy and Jack did not seem to have noticed particularly the other car near the opposite door. It was evident, from what the two cronies said, that they were not aware of the previous entrance of the Motor Boys. It was also plain that Noddy and Jack had come in the barn for the same purpose as had those now in the haymow—to put the chains on their wheels because of the slippery condition of the muddy roads.
“We were lucky to get in here,” remarked Jack, as he descended from Noddy’s car.
“I’ll say so!” exclaimed the bully. And the five, hidden in the hay, could hear every word.
“I wonder where those fellows went?” proceeded Jack, as he got out the chains from beneath the seat. “We were trailing pretty close after them, when, all of a sudden, they put on speed and got away. I didn’t think Jerry’s old gasoline gig had that much pep in her.”