Jerry, who happened to have the necessary amount with him, passed eleven dollars over to Andy, and received the odd ten dollar note.
Bidding the boy who was always in a hurry a good-bye Jerry left. As soon as he was where he could not be observed he examined the bank note closely. It tallied exactly with the description given by Mrs. Johnson, just as Jerry had expected it would from his former view of it.
When Ned told his father of the latest developments Mr. Slade said he would take the matter under advisement. At his direction Jerry handed over the queer bill, Mr. Slade paying what the boy had expended for it.
“I will keep it,” said the merchant, “until the time comes to use it. Meanwhile you boys had better say nothing about the matter.”
It was three days later when the chums, having gone for a short ride on their motors, stopped one afternoon at a little wayside refreshment booth, where the proprietor had cakes, candy, ice cream and soda water for sale.
While the boys were eating their refreshments in the shade of a canvas awning the owner of the stand had put up, a horse and carriage, rapidly driven, passed along the road.
The driver pulled his beast up quickly as he came opposite the booth, and jumped out.
“Hi, Bill,” he called to his companion, who was in the carriage. “Come here and we’ll wet our whistle. I’m as dry as a chip.”
“It’s Noddy Nixon, and Bill Berry is with him!” exclaimed Jerry. “I hope they don’t bother us.”