[CHAPTER VII.]
A FRUITLESS PURSUIT.
For a few seconds the other boys did not know whether Jerry was joking or in earnest. But when he did not return in a little while they knew he must have meant what he said.
“I don’t see anything of Noddy,” spoke Ned, looking out of the window whence Jerry had spied their enemy.
“It’s getting too dark to see anything,” said Bob.
“Well, I guess if Jerry said he saw Noddy he meant it,” put in Andy. “I hope he catches him and gives him a good thrashing!”
“Well, boys,” exclaimed Mr. Wakefield at that instant, entering their room, “are you all ready for supper?”
“We are,” answered Ned.
“Where is Jerry?” asked the athletic instructor, looking around.