"What are you going to do with your boat, now that you have it?"
asked Mr. Hastings. "Can you run it down to your dock in the
condition in which it is now?"
"No, I shall have to go back home, get some tools and fix up the
motor. It will take half a day, at least. I will come back this
afternoon and, have the boat at my house by night. That is if I
may leave it at your dock here."
"Certainly, as long as you like."
The young inventor had many things to think about as he rode
toward home, and though he was somewhat puzzled over the actions
of the stranger, he forgot about that in anticipating the pleasure
he would have when the motor-boat was in running order.
"I'll take dad off on a cruise about the lake," he decided. "He
needs a rest, for he's been working hard and worrying over the
theft of the turbine motor model. I'll take Ned Newton for some
rides, too, and he can bring his camera along and get a lot of
pictures. Oh, I'll have some jolly sport this summer!"
Tom was riding swiftly along a quiet country road and was
approaching a steep hill, which he could not see until he was
close to it, owing to a sharp turn.
As he was about to swing around it and coast swiftly down the
steep declivity he was startled by hearing a voice calling to him
from the bushes at the side of the road.
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