"I shouldn't be surprised but what Andy Foger did that," he mused.
"Some day he and I will have a grand fight, and then maybe he'll
let me alone. Well, I've got other things to think about now.
The hotel detective can keep a lookout for the men around the
hotel, after the, warning I gave him, and I'll see that all is
right at home."
The fog lifted somewhat and Tom put on more speed. As he was
steering the boat along near shore he heard, off to the woods at
his right, the report of a gun. It came so suddenly that he
jumped involuntarily. A moment later there sounded, plainly
through the damp air, a cry for help.
"Some one's hurt--shot" cried the youth aloud.
He turned the boat in toward the bank. As he shut off the power
from the motor he heard the cry again:
"Help! Help! Help!"
"I must go ashore!" he exclaimed. "Probably some one is badly
wounded by a gun."
He paused for a moment as the fear came to him that it might be
some of the patent thieves. Then, dismissing that idea as the
ARROW's prow touched the gravel, Tom sprang out, drew the boat up
a little way, fastened the rope to a tree and hurried off into the
dripping woods in the direction of the voice that was calling for
aid.
CHAPTER XI
A QUICK RUN
"Where are you?" cried Tom.
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