Mrs. Foger was quite
nervous over her son's continued absence, but Mr. Foger thought it
was all right.
Another day passed without any results and the young inventor was
getting so nervous, partly with worrying over the loss of his boat
and partly on his father's account, that he did not know what to
do.
"I can't stand it any longer," he announced to Mrs. Baggert the
night of the third day, after a telephone message had been
received from Mr. Swift. The inventor wanted to know why his son
did not return to the hotel to join him and Ned. "Well, what will
you do?" asked the housekeeper.
"If I don't find my boat to-morrow, I'll sail to Sandport, bring
home dad and Ned and we three will go all over the lake. My boat
must be on it somewhere, but Lake Carlopa is so cut up that it
could easily be hidden."
"It's queer that the Foger boy doesn't come home. That makes it
look as if he was guilty."
"Oh, I'm sure he took it all right," returned Tom. "All I want is
to see him. It certainly is queer that he stays away as long as
he does. Sam Snedecker and Pete Bailey are with him, too. But
they'll have to return some time."
Tom dreamed that night of finding his boat and that it was a
wreck. He awoke, glad to find that the latter part was not true,
but wishing that some of his night vision might come to pass
during the day.
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