"I'm afraid something will happen to him," she went on. "Do you
think there is any danger being out on the lake in a motor-boat,
Mr. Swift? I understand you have one."
"Yes, I have one," answered Tom. He was going to say he had once
had one, but thought better of it. "No, there is very little
danger this time of year," he added.
"I am very glad to hear you say so," went on Mrs. Foger with a
sigh. "I shall feel more at ease when Andy is away now. When he
returns home, I shall tell him you called upon him and he will
return your visit. I am glad to see that the custom of paying
calls has not died out among the present generation. It is a
pleasant habit, and I am glad to have my son conform to it. He
shall return your kind visit."
"Oh, no, it's of no consequence," replied Tom quickly, thinking
grimly that his visit was far from a friendly one. "There is no
need to tell your son I was here. I will probably see him in a
day or two.
"Oh, but I shall tell him," insisted Mrs. Foger with a kind smile.
"I'm sure he will appreciate your call."
There was much doubt concerning this in the mind of the young
inventor, but he did not express it and soon took his leave. Up
and down the lake for the rest of the day he cruised, looking in
vain for a sight of Andy Foger in the RED STREAK, but the racing
boat appeared to be well hidden.
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