“You know there are only three ways Noddy can take after he leaves his house,” said Jerry. “He can go up town, down town or he can take the road that leads out to the old wind mill.”
“That’s so,” came from Bob.
“Now my idea is that we all three ought to keep watch,” went on Jerry. “If he goes up town Ned can follow him. If he goes down town Bob can take up the trail and if he goes out to the old mill I will go after him.”
“All right,” Jerry said. “That settles it. Now for home.”
Little talk was indulged in. Each of the three chums felt that something of importance was to happen and their thoughts were too busy for conversation. In due time the boys separated, had their dinners and suppers, and shortly before six o’clock met by appointment in the post office, which was a block from Noddy’s residence.
“Now remember,” said Jerry. “If he goes up town you are to follow, Ned. Bob, it’s your turn if he goes down, and if he takes the road to the old mill I’ll follow.”
They had long waits, for it was nearly nine o’clock before Noddy crept quietly from the rear door in the darkness of the night. He did not know that three pairs of sharp eyes watched his every movement. Peering on every side of him the bully quickly made his way to the street. Then, after a moment’s hesitation he started rapidly off in the direction of the old mill.
“Here goes!” said Jerry, who was on the look-out.
Like a shadow he glided from his hiding place and was after Noddy. He kept a sufficient distance in the rear so that he would not betray himself by the sound of his footsteps. It was quite dark, for there was no moon, but the stars were bright.