“I’m so much obliged to you,” she said. “Really, I don’t know what possessed Dexter. He never was frightened at autos before. I’m a little ashamed of myself, too. I ought to have kept hold of the reins and I could have managed him.”
“Are you sure you will be all right now?” asked Jerry. “If not, one of us will go with you.”
“Oh, I can take care of him now,” replied the lady. “Dexter will be all right. I thank you boys very much,” she added, sweetly, and a moment later drove off.
The boys turned the auto around and speeded back to where they had left Mr. Wakefield. He had repaired the break in the tire in the meanwhile and was ready to proceed.
In a short time the travelers steered for the hotel, uptown, where Mr. Wakefield had engaged rooms for all. The machines were sent to a garage, and the boys prepared to wash up for supper. It was getting quite dark, and the electric lights in the streets were gleaming. Jerry was looking from the window of the sitting-room of the suite which the boys had on the third floor.
Suddenly he gave a start and cried:
“There he goes!”
“Who?” asked Ned.
“Noddy Nixon!” replied Jerry, dashing from the room.