“Did you see who that was?” asked Ned. “Noddy Nixon.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. I heard the other day that he was going to get a machine. That was him, sure enough.”
“I don’t think he goes so very fast,” observed Jerry.
“He does, all the same,” was Bob’s opinion. “You can make up your mind Noddy will have as fast a machine as there is built.”
“I suppose he bought it with some of the proceeds of the mill robbery,” cried Jerry.
“Hush!” cried Ned. “Don’t say such things. Some one might hear you and it would make trouble. Besides, we have not proved Noddy guilty yet.”
“Well,” said Bob with a shrug of his shoulders, “I hope we don’t meet him very often when we are out on the road. He’s not the most pleasant fellow in the world.”
“There’s not much danger of his seeking our company,” came from Jerry. “He is not overfond of any of us.”