“Oh, all right! We were just going, anyhow,” said Noddy. “Got those chains on, Jack?” he asked, taking his seat in the car.
“In just a minute, Noddy. Come on, Dolt! Hustle! This fellow may set his bulldog after us.” The two worked to such good advantage that soon the car was equipped with non-skidders, and Noddy started to back out.
“Ta! Ta!” he sneered. “See you later!”
“Not if we see you first!” grimly remarked Ned.
With the departure of the ill-favored trio, the farmer turned to the Motor Boys. He seemed to have softened somewhat.
“Weren’t you smoking?” he asked.
“Not a smoke!” replied Bob.
“Well, I’m glad of it. Stay here as long as you like. Come up to the house if you want to. I don’t mind decent folks using my barn.”
“We’ll be moving pretty soon,” said Jerry. “We only came in to put on our chains, but we saw these fellows follow and there were reasons why we wanted to overhear their plans, as we did. Come on, boys. Let’s get the chains out.”