"I will use my catboat. I had
forgotten all about it of late. I'm glad you spoke."
He was soon sailing down the lake in the direction of the
boathouse on the waterfront of Mr. Foger's property. It needed
but a glance around the dock to show him that the RED STREAK was
not there, but Tom recollected the accident to the steering gear
and thought perhaps Andy had taken his boat to some wharf where
there was a repair shop and there left it to return home himself.
But inquiry of Mrs. Foger, who was as nice a woman as her son was
a mean lad, gave Tom the information that his enemy was not at
home.
"He telephoned to me that his boat was damaged," said Mrs. Foger
gently, "and that he had taken it to get fixed. Then, he said, he
and some friends were going on a little cruise and might not be
back to-night."
"Did he say where he was going?" asked our hero, who did not tell
Andy's mother why he wanted to see her son.
"No, and I'm worried about him. Sometimes I think Andy is too--
well, too impetuous, and I'm afraid he will get into trouble."
Tom, in spite of his trouble, could hardly forbear smiling.
Andy's mother was totally unaware of the mean traits of her son
and thought him a very fine chap. Tom was not going to undeceive
her.
Pages:
100
101
102
103
104
105
106
107
108
109
110
111
112
113
114
115
116
117
118
119
120
121
122
123
124