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Many motorists were planning to leave the next day, but some said they would stay and see if the Nixon race would amount to anything. "Let's accept the challenge," suggested Jerry. "I don't want to have anything to do with Noddy," objected Ned. "We don't have to," replied Bob, "I was talking to the clerk about it. All we have to do is register our names, and the name of the car.
Stealthily creeping close up to Helmsley's side, he examined the prone figure from head to foot with quick and eager scrutiny. Spying the little volume of Keats on the grass where it had dropped from the slumberer's relaxed hand, he took it up gingerly, turning over its pages with grimy thumb and finger. "Portry!" he ejaculated. "Glory be good to me! 'E's a reg'ler noddy none-such!
The belligerents vented their feelings of mutual contempt, for some time, in a variety of frownings and snortings, until at last the scorbutic youth felt it necessary to come to a more explicit understanding on the matter; when the following clear understanding took place. "Sawyer," said the scorbutic youth. "Well, Noddy," replied Mr. Bob Sawyer. "I should be very sorry, Sawyer," said Mr.
Noddy was left to watch from a comfortable vantage point, while her mistress ran up to the large panther which was stretched out at the foot of the tree. He had tried to climb it in order to escape the grizzly's claws. "Isn't he a massive beast!" cried Anne, watching from her horse some distance away. "You girls come back! He may not be dead!" shrieked Barbara, the moment she saw the animal.
By this time one circuit of the track had been completed, and a start made on the second lap. "Think we're catching up?" asked Bob, as Jerry cautiously fed the engine a little more gasolene. "Well, we're holding our own," was the answer of the steersman, "and I think we're catching up to the yellow car again. If we pass that I'm not so sure but what we can come in a close second to Noddy."
Apparently Noddy understood the need of a brisker step, for she started so that she soon out-distanced the others and Polly had to wait for them. As she waited impatiently, she watched the clouds sweeping down and along over the ice-fields. Then she remembered the rope hung on Choko's collar. She jumped off, grabbed it, and soon had Choko securely fastened to the end of the rope.
Its white colour, we found, was produced by a thin coating of a substance formed by the washing off of the birds' dung, collected there in a succession of ages. The rock was covered with birds my old friends, the booby and the noddy, I had so often read about. They stared at us with a stupid look as we pulled up, not at all able to make us out, and in no way disposed to make way for us.
His green auto shot forward but Jerry still had something in reserve, and he let his machine out another notch. "He's got to slow up for the turn!" cried Ned. "Maybe we can pass him!" "Yes, but we've got to slacken up too, if we don't want a spill," replied Bob. "That's so," admitted Ned. Noddy did slow up, but not much, and his car skidded worse than at any time yet.
"Who?" asked Ned. "Noddy Nixon. If that's his car, we haven't any show." "Humph! I'm afraid not," answered Jerry rather ruefully. "Still, I'm not going to give up now. He's got a new car, but maybe we can beat him. He's a poor driver."
And so it seemed, for Noddy was spinning around the course at fearful speed, his car looking like a green streak. "Let's see how he takes the turn," suggested Bob. "He'll have to slow up if he doesn't want a spill." Noddy was wise enough to do this, though even at the reduced speed at which he went around the bank, his rear wheels skidded rather alarmingly.
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