Jerry heard the sound of the motor car being cranked up. Then, as he waited in the darkness, he saw the big touring machine glide out of the shed under Noddy’s guidance.
“Jump in, Bill!” called the youth, and Berry did as requested.
Noddy threw in the gear clutch, and the machine rolled slowly down the inclined drive-way to the street, right opposite Jerry, who still crouched behind the tree.
[“He’s running away in his father’s automobile!” Jerry exclaimed softly.] “I wonder if I ought to give an alarm?”
[“HE’S RUNNING AWAY IN HIS FATHER’S AUTOMOBILE!” JERRY EXCLAIMED, SOFTLY.]
The motor car was now turning out into the main thoroughfare. It bore no lights and made scarcely any noise.
“No,” thought Jerry. “Let him go. It may be better that way.”
And so Noddy, afraid to face the consequences of his confessed crime, fled from his home. Pondering over what would be the outcome on the morrow, Jerry went home and to bed, resolving to get up early and tell his chums what he had seen.