In an attempt to capture the gang in a deserted
mansion, in the woods on the shore of Lake Carlopa, Tom was aided
by Mr. Damon, of whom he had purchased the motor-cycle. The men
escaped, however, and nothing could be done to punish them.
Tom was thinking of the exciting scenes he had passed through
about a month previous as he spun along the road leading to
Lanton.
"I hope I don't meet Happy Harry or any of his gang to-day," mused
the lad as he turned on a little more power to enable his machine
to mount a hill. "I don't believe they'll attend the auction,
though. It would be too risky for them."
As Tom swung along at a rapid pace he heard, behind him, the
puffing of an automobile, with the muffler cut out. He turned and
cast a hasty glance behind.
"I hope that ain't Andy Foger or any of his cronies," he said to
himself. "He might try to run me down just for spite. He
generally rushes along with the muffler open so as to attract
attention and make folks think he has a racing car."
It was not Andy, however, as Tom saw a little later, as a man
passed him in a big touring car. Andy Foger, as my readers will
recollect, was a red-haired, squinty-eyed lad with plenty of money
and not much else. He and his cronies, including Sam Snedecker,
nearly ran Tom down one day, when the latter was on his bicycle,
as told in the first volume of this series.
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