"Because it's gone!"
"Gone!" repeated the engineer, and then Tom told him. The two
hurried down to the dock, but the addition of another pair of eyes
was of no assistance in locating the ARROW. The trim little motor
craft was nowhere to be seen.
"I can't understand it," said Tom helplessly. "I wasn't gone more
than an hour at dinner, and yet--"
"It doesn't take long to steal a motor-boat," commented the
engineer.
"But I think I would have heard them start it," went on the lad.
"Maybe it drifted off, though I'm sure I tied it securely."
"No, there's not much likelihood of that. There's no wind to-day
and no currents in the lake. But it could easily have been towed
off by some one in a rowboat and then you would not have heard the
motor start."
"That's so," agreed the youth. "That's probably how they did it.
They sneaked up here in a rowboat and towed the ARROW off. I'm
sure of it."
"And I'll wager I know who did it," exclaimed Mr. Jackson
energetically.
"Who?" demanded Tom quickly.
"Those men who were sneaking around--Happy Harry and his gang.
They stole the boat once and they'd do it again. Those men took
your boat, Tom."
The young inventor shook his head.
"No," he answered, "I don't believe they did.
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