Luck is
certainly with you where she is concerned. First you save her in
a runaway--"
"After I start the runaway," interrupted Tom.
"Then you take her for a ride in your motor-boat, and, lastly, you
come to her relief when she is stalled in the middle of the lake.
Oh you certainly are a lucky dog!"
"Never mind, I'm giving you a show. Now let's get to bed early,
as I want to get a good start."
Tom awoke to find a nasty, drizzling rainstorm in progress, and
the lake was almost hidden from view by a swirling fog. Still he
was not to be daunted from his trip to Shopton by the weather,
and, after a substantial breakfast, he bade his father and Ned
good-by and started off in the ARROW.
The canopy he had provided was an efficient protection against the
rain, a celluloid window in the forward hanging curtains affording
him a view so that he could steer.
Through the mist puffed the boat, the motor being throttled down
to medium speed, for Tom was not as familiar with the lake as he
would like to have been, and he did not want to run aground or
into another craft.
He was thinking over what his father had told him about the
presence of the men and vainly wondering what might be their
reference to the "sparkler." His thoughts also dwelt on the
curious removal of the bracing block from under the gasoline tank
of his boat.
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