“I think a good thrashing is what he needs,” said Jerry, with mock severity, standing his machine against Ned’s and advancing toward Jack.
“Oh no! Please don’t!” begged the young coward. “I’ll never do anything again. Please don’t lick me! Noddy Nixon made me do it! Don’t touch me, and I’ll tell you everything!”
“Everything about what?” asked Jerry.
“About—about the—the mill robbery!” exclaimed Jack.
“What do you know of it?” asked Ned in amazement.
“I don’t know very much, but you watch Noddy Nixon about six o’clock to-night,” replied Jack. “There,” he burst out, “I promised I wouldn’t tell, but he’s always getting me in trouble and never helping me out.”
Then, before the boys could stop him, Jack Pender turned his machine in the opposite direction, leaped into the saddle and was soon moving off swiftly down the road.
“Shall we chase him?” asked Ned.
“No, let him go,” replied Jerry. “We gave him a good scare, and, besides, we want to be on hand for something else.”
“What?”