So he walked rapidly on, and reached his house without further incident. He soon fell asleep, to dream of being shut up in a small square wooden box with a big fish, while Noddy Nixon, on a motor-cycle, was riding off rapidly with the box under his arm.
[CHAPTER VIII.]
THE MILL MYSTERY.
“Have you heard the news—great excitement—big robbery—everybody talking about it—hurry up!”
It was thus Andy Rush greeted Ned the next morning as he stopped at the latter’s house on the way down town. Andy’s hair was more disarranged than ever, and his blue eyes fairly shone.
“What’s up?” asked Ned, who had come to the door in answer to Andy’s whistle, having been met with the flow of words that startled him.
“Last night—midnight, I guess—Judson’s mill—thousand dollars—great excitement—safe blown open—money taken—detectives notified—I’m off to see the fun—hurry up!”
“Hold on!” called Ned. “I saw—I know—” and then he stopped. The memory of what he had seen in the night; the light in the mill, the actions of Bill Berry, and his meeting with Noddy Nixon, who carried a square box; all this came to Ned in an instant. He was about to tell Andy, but on second thought decided that he had better keep his own counsel, at least, for a while.
“Coming along?—no time to lose!” cried Andy.