Maybe
I'll be lucky to find my boat in that time. But dad won't worry
then, and, when I see him, I can explain. That's what I'll do,"
and Tom was soon talking to Mr. Swift by telephone.
The inventor was very sorry his son could not come back to rejoin
him and Ned, but there was no help for it, and, with as cheerful
voice as he could assume, the lad promised to start for Sandport
at the earliest opportunity.
"Now to find Andy and my boat!" Tom exclaimed as he hung up the
telephone receiver.
CHAPTER XV
A DISMAYING STATEMENT
Trouble is sometimes good in a way; it makes a person resourceful.
Tom Swift had had his share of annoyances of late, but they had
served a purpose. He had learned to think clearly and quickly.
Now, when he found his boat stolen, he at once began to map out
a plan of action.
"What will you do first?" asked Mr. Jackson as he saw his
employer's son hesitating.
"First I'm going to Andy Foger's house," declared the young
inventor. "If he's home I'm going to tell him what I think of
him. If he's not, I'm going to find him."
"Why don't you take your sailboat and run down to his dock?"
suggested the engineer. "It isn't as quick as your motor-boat,
but it's better than walking."
"So it is," exclaimed the lad.
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