“We’ll do it!” exclaimed Ned.
“That’s what we will!” asserted Bob.
“Then all we have to do is to go in and win that first prize,” concluded Jerry. “We must begin practice at once.”
“And there isn’t the least doubt but what you’ll win,” exclaimed a mocking voice suddenly.
The boys turned, to behold Noddy Nixon grinning at them.
“Not the least in the world,” went on the bully in tantalizing tones. “In fact I don’t see why they hold any contest at all. The club might as well give you boys all three prizes. It would save a lot of work.”
“Look here—,” began Bob, but Ned placed a quieting hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t reply to him,” said Ned. “It may make trouble.”
“You think because you won a little race a while ago that you can go in a big one,” went on Noddy. “But you’ll find that this is a different matter.”