“Hurrah! I see an ice cream sign!” exclaimed Ned, pointing down the street.
Little time was lost in getting to the store and after each had put away a large plate of the frozen stuff the boys felt better. The tables in the ice cream parlor were separated one from the other by large screens. In the improvised apartment just back of where the three boys were sitting, voices in low conversation could be heard.
“Are you sure Noddy will be there?” was the cautious inquiry that came to the ears of our heroes. At the sound of that name all three started.
“He’ll be there if his machine doesn’t break, which it has an unpleasant habit of doing lately,” a second voice said.
“And do you think he’ll bring the money?”
“He’d better if he knows what’s good for him,” was the answer. “He’s put me off long enough.”
“The old house by the cross-roads is the place, ain’t it?” asked the party who had first spoken.
“That’s it, and if Noddy don’t show up he’ll hear from me in a way he won’t like.”
“Come on,” whispered Jerry to his chums. “Let’s get out of this before those men see us.”