Quietly the three boys left the ice cream parlor. They did not speak until they were in the street.
“What do you suppose they were talking about?” asked Ned.
“I don’t know what the subject was,” replied Jerry, “but I venture to say the person they meant was our acquaintance, Noddy Nixon.”
“And he’s evidently expected to pay over some money to-night,” added Bob.
“At the old house at the cross-roads,” put in Ned. “I’ll bet I know where they mean.”
“Where?” asked Jerry.
“Don’t you remember that old tumbled-down place we passed about three miles outside of this town? Near the blacksmith shop?”
“You mean right after we crossed the river?” inquired Jerry.
“That’s it.”
The same thought was in the minds of all three. Bob was the first to mention it.