Andy had been off on
a tour with his chums during the time when Tom was having such
strenuous adventures and had recently returned.
"If I can only get that boat," mused Tom as he swung back into the
middle of the road after the auto had passed him, "I certainly
will have lots of fun. I'll make a week's tour of Lake Carlopa
and take dad and Ned Newton with me." Ned was Tom's most
particular chum, but as young Newton was employed in the Shopton
bank, the lad did not have much time for pleasure. Lake Carlopa
was a large body of water, and it would take a moderately powered
boat several days to make a complete circuit of the shore, so cut
up into bays and inlets was it.
In about an hour Tom was at Lanton, and as he neared the home of
Mr. Hastings, which was on the shore of the lake, he saw quite a
throng going down toward the boathouse.
"There'll be some lively bidding," thought Tom as he got off his
machine and pushed it ahead of him through the drive and down
toward the river. I hope they don't go above two hundred dollars,
though."
"Get out the way there!" called a sudden voice, and looking back,
Tom saw that an automobile had crept up silently behind him. In
it were Andy Foger and Sam Snedecker. "Why don't you get out the
way?" petulantly demanded the red-haired lad.
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