“You can fight us all, one after the other,” suggested Ned.
“You mind your own business; I wasn’t talking to you,” called Noddy, now thoroughly angry.
“The business of one of us is the business of all of us,” replied Jerry with a laugh. “Better be careful Noddy.”
The bully growled out something in reply, and cast a glance over his shoulder. He gave a start as he did so, and then, turning quickly made off on his machine. Jerry looked in the direction Noddy had peered.
“We’d better be getting over to our machines,” said Jerry suddenly. “I thought I saw some one moving about near them.”
“Only boys watching to see how they work,” said Bob, who felt too comfortable to move.
“I’m going over to see who they are, though. Looks like a pretty big boy, and I don’t want my machine put out of gear when the race is only four days off.”
“That’s so, those youngsters might get something out of kilter,” agreed Ned, springing up.
He and Jerry went over to where the motors had been left. The cycles were surrounded by a crowd of small boys, but, as Jerry had remarked, one of the lads seemed to be well grown. Suddenly the group of youngsters parted and a tall youth came from their midst. He glanced in the direction of Jerry and Ned, and then, with a quick motion, broke into a run. He hurried around the corner of the club house and, the next instant there came the sound of a motor cycle in motion. A second later a red machine was observed moving off in the distance.
“That was Jack Pender!” cried Jerry.