"
"Why not?"
"Well, because they wouldn't dare come back here when they knew
we're on the lookout for them. It would be too risky."
"Oh, those fellows don't care for risk," was the opinion of Mr.
Jackson. "Take my word for it, they have your boat. They have
been keeping watch, and as soon as they saw the dock unprotected
they sneaked up and stole the ARROW."
"I don't think so," repeated Mr. Swift's son.
"Who do you think took it then?"
"Andy Foger!" was the quick response. "I believe he and his
cronies did it to annoy me. They have been trying to get even
with me-or at least Andy has--for outbidding him on this boat.
He's tried several times, but he hasn't succeeded--until now.
I'm sure Andy Foger has my boat," and Tom, with a grim tightening
of his lips, swung around as though to start in instant pursuit.
"Where are you going?" asked Mr. Jackson.
"To find Andy and his cronies. When I locate them I'll make them
tell me where my boat is."
"Hadn't you better send some word to your father? You can hardly
get to Sandport now, and he'll be worried about you."
"That's so, I will. I'll telephone dad that the boat--no, I'll
not do that either, for he'd only worry and maybe get sick. I'll
just tell him I've had a little accident, that Andy ran into me
and that I can't come back to the hotel for a day or two.
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