Duncan. He thought he could speed the ARROW up
sufficiently to make up for any time he might lose, and, with this
in mind, he headed out toward the middle of Lake Carlopa. The
engine was working splendidly with the new spark plugs, and Tom
was wondering if there was any possible method of getting more
revolutions out of the motor. He had about come to the conclusion
that a new propeller might answer his purpose when he heard the
noise of an approaching boat. He looked up quickly and exclaimed:
"Andy Foger again, and Pete and Sam are with him. It's a wonder
he wouldn't go off on a trip instead of cruising around so near
home. Guess he's afraid he'll get stuck."
Idly Tom watched the RED STREAK. It was cutting through the water
at a fast rate, throwing up curling foam on either side of the
sharp bow. "He seems to be heading this way," mused Tom. "Well,
I'm not going to race with him to-day."
Nearer and nearer came the speedy craft, straight for the ARROW.
The young inventor shifted his helm in order to get out of Andy's
course, but to his surprise he saw that the red haired lad changed
the direction of his own boat.
"Guess he wants to see how close he can come to me," thought our
hero. "Maybe he wants to show how fast he's going.
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