"Would you like to bring him over to our table?" inquired Miss
Carson. "We have plenty for him."
"No, I think that would hardly do," continued the lad, who tried
not to smile at the picture of the red-haired and squint-eyed Andy
Foger making one of a party with the girls. The young ladies
fortunately had not noticed the bully, who was out of view by this
time.
Tom was presented to Mr. and Mrs. Nestor, who told him how glad
they were to meet the young man who had been instrumental in
saving their daughter from injury, if not death. Tom was a bit
embarrassed, but bore the praise as well as he could, and he was
very glad when a diversion, in the shape of lunch, occurred.
After a meal on tables under the trees in the grove Tom took the
girls and some of their friends out in his motor-boat again. They
covered several miles around the lake before returning to the
picnic ground.
As Tom was starting toward home in his boat, wondering what had
become of Andy and trying to think of a reason why the bully
should attend anything as "tame" as a church picnic, the object of
his thoughts came strolling through the trees down to the shore of
the lake. The moment he saw Tom the red-haired lad started back,
but the young inventor, leaping out of his boat, called out:
"Hold on there, Andy Foger, I want to see you!" and there was
menace in Tom's tone.
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