[CHAPTER XXII.]
JACK PENDER’S TRICK.
It was on Saturday, when they had once more gone to the track for practice, that the boys had another encounter with Noddy Nixon and Jack Pender. The three chums had been making several rounds, and, as it was rather warm, had left the oval and gone to lie down in the shade of some trees. Their machines they had left in the rear of the club house, not far away.
“Do you know what I think we ought to do?” asked Bob as he reclined at length in the grass, chewing a straw.
“What new plan have you on foot now, Chunky? A scheme to get some one to race for you, or an arrangement to get out of training?” asked Jerry.
“Neither one,” was the reply, “but I think we ought to begin to think of what we will do with our touring automobile.”
“Wait until one of us wins it,” advised Ned. “We don’t stand any better chance than a dozen others.”
From off in the distance there sounded the loud explosions of an approaching motor cycle.
“That’s Noddy’s machine,” said Jerry. “I hope he doesn’t come around here bothering us.”
The noise sounded nearer and, in a few minutes Noddy rode up on his cycle. He got off, ran his machine close to where the three chums had stored theirs, and then came to where Bob, Ned and Jerry were taking their ease.