“Let’s go out there and see what we can learn,” he said. “It is on our way home, and we have plenty of time.”
“There may be some danger,” objected Jerry.
“Nonsense. We have as much right there as any one. All we have to do is to stop off from our motor cycles as we pass. No one can object to that.”
After some further conversation it was agreed to do this. The boys wandered about the streets a while longer and, as it was nearing eleven o’clock, they thought they had better start. They found their machines in proper order, and soon were moving slowly out of town.
“There’s no use being in too much of a hurry,” advised Bob. “Probably Noddy won’t meet the men there much before midnight, and it lacks half an hour of that now.”
A little later the three boys came in sight of the deserted house. Lonesome and uncanny enough it looked, the moonlight making mysterious shadows here and there.
“Go easy,” spoke Ned. “No need to tell them we are coming if by any chance they are there.”
Silently the boys dismounted from their cycles, leaned the machines up against the fence a short way from in front of the house, and crept up through the long grass that filled the yard of the old vacant structure.
“Hold on!” cried Bob suddenly.
All three came to a halt.