“I wonder if it’s thieves trying to steal the machine,” thought Jerry. “Guess I’ll watch a little while.”
He took a position behind a tree where he could see what went on without being observed. The voices in the shed grew louder.
“I tell you I will take it!” some one exclaimed.
“That’s Noddy,” said Jerry softly.
“I know what I’m doing,” Noddy went on, seemingly in answer to an objection from some one whose words Jerry could not distinguish. “You can come along if you want to, or stay behind.”
Jerry shrank closer behind the tree. There was a glare of light as the shed door was opened, and in the beams the boy could distinguish the form of Bill Berry. That he and Noddy were planning some new escapade was evident.
“Is it all right?” asked Noddy, sticking his head out of the door.
“Yes.”
“Come on then,” went on the bully. “Put out the light. We’ve got to escape in the darkness. It’s a good thing the folks are away to-night. Well, here is where we leave Cresville behind, and those three cubs that got me into this trouble!”