“What do you mean?” asked Jack in a whisper.
“Never mind,” replied Noddy. “I’ll tell you when the time comes.”
For some time the two cronies sat and talked in the structure, which Noddy had fixed up as a resort where he might smoke cigarettes, a practice his father had forbidden him.
“Going in the club races?” asked Jack at length. “I hear there will be some fine prizes, and a little chance to make money.”
“You mean on the winners?”
“Sure. I got the tips straight from one of the trainers. There’ll be a pretty penny in it for us.”
“It’s worth looking into,” decided Noddy. “But about my racing. I hadn’t thought of that. I suppose I could go in.”
After some further talk both Jack and Noddy decided they would enter their names for several events in the bicycle class. When they parted that night they agreed to meet the next evening to discuss details.
Not long after dusk the following night Jack and Noddy were in close consultation in “the coop.”