As told in the first volume
of this series, the horse had run away, being alarmed at the
flashing of Tom's wheel, and Miss Mary Nestor, of Mansburg, was in
grave danger.
"So you've given up the bicycle for the motor-boat," went on the
young lady.
"Yes," replied Tom with a smile, shutting off the power, "and I
haven't had a chance to save any girls since I've had it."
The two boats had drifted close together, and Miss Nestor
introduced her two companions to Tom.
"Don't you want to come in and take a ride?" he asked.
"Is it safe?" asked Jennie Haddon, one of the trio.
"Of course it is, Jennie, or he wouldn't be out in it," said Miss
Nestor hastily. "Come on, let's get in. I'm just dying for a
motor-boat ride."
"What will we do with our boat?" asked Katie Carson.
"Oh, I can tow that," replied the youth. "Get right in and I'll
take you all around the lake."
"Not too far," stipulated the girl who had figured in the runaway.
"We must be back for lunch, which will be served in about an hour.
Our church and Sunday-school are having a picnic."
"Maybe Mr. Swift will come and have some lunch with us," suggested
Miss Carson, blushing prettily.
"Nothing would give me greater pleasure," answered Tom, and then
he laughed at his formal reply, the girls joining in.
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