He gave it to the stranger, fairly throwing it at him in a rage. Then the man with the pistol, smiling in a satisfied way, put up his weapon. Noddy was saying something, for the boys could see his lips moving, but they could not hear the words, for the window was closed.
“Queer doings,” whispered Jerry.
At that instant Ned, in an endeavor to see better, leaned a little forward. A piece of board he was standing on broke with a loud crash, and he toppled forward, hitting the window shutter with his elbow.
Like a flash Noddy, Bill and the strange man leaped to their feet and gazed in the direction of the window.
“Quick! Light out of this!” exclaimed Bob. “They will be after us in another minute!”
Sure enough, after a moment’s hesitation, Noddy ran toward the door with the intention of going outside and seeing who had made the racket.
“Hurry!” whispered Bob hoarsely. “To the motor-cycles!”
The three boys lost no time. Hastening on in the darkness they stumbled and ran to where they had left their machines.
As they reached them they heard a door opened, and footsteps in hot pursuit.
“Who is it?” they heard Noddy’s voice inquiring.