“What did I do?” asked Jack, looking very uncomfortable.
“You know well enough what you did. Tried to fix our machines so they wouldn’t work by taking off the carburetors. That’s what you did.”
“I didn’t mean to,” said Jack. “I was just—just turning them and they came off.”
“You’d ought to be made to pay for the damage you did,” put in Ned. “I had to go all the way to Boston for new parts.”
“I haven’t any money,” whined Jack.
“You have enough to lend to Noddy Nixon,” put in Bob, remembering that day when they had met Noddy at the soda-water booth, and the bully had boasted that Jack loaned him money.
“I never lent Noddy any money!” exclaimed Jack.
“He said you did!” exclaimed Jerry.
“Well, he tells—what business is it of yours any how?” Jack interrupted a statement he was going to make. “I don’t have to tell you anything about my affairs.”
“No one asked you to,” Ned put in. “All we want is for you to let us and our machines alone.”