"If I only could find where they've taken mine," mused Tom. "Hang
it all, this is rotten luck!" and for the first time he began to
feel discouraged.
"Maybe you'd better notify the police," suggested Mr. Jackson when
Tom returned to the Swift house that night. "They might help
locate it."
"I think I can do as well as the police," answered the youth. "If
the boat is anywhere it's on the lake, and the police have no
craft in which to make a search."
"That's so," agreed the engineer. "I wish I could help you, but I
don't believe it would be wise for me to leave the house,
especially since those men have been about lately."
"No, you must stay here," was Tom's opinion. "I'll take another
day or two to search. By this time Andy and his gang will return,
I'm sure, and I can tackle them."
"Suppose they don't?"
"Well, then I'll make a tour of the lake in my sailboat and I'll
run up to Sandport and tell dad, for he will wonder what's keeping
me. I'll know better next time than to leave my boat at the dock
without taking out the connection at the spark coil, so no one can
start the motor. I should have done that at first, but you always
think of those things afterward."
The lad began his search again the next morning and cruised about
in little bays and gulfs looking for a sight of the RED STREAK or
the ARROW, but he saw neither, and a call at Andy's house showed
that the red-haired youth had not returned.
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