He shaded his eyes with his hand to see better, and
then, with a pair of marine glasses, took an observation. He
uttered an exclamation.
"That's the RED STREAK as sure as I'm alive!" he cried. "But
what's the matter with her? They're rowing!"
The lad headed his boat toward the approaching one. There was no
doubt about it. It was Andy Foger's craft, but it was not
speeding forward under the power of the motor. Slowly and
laborious the occupants were pulling it along, and as it was not
meant to be rowed, progress was very slow.
"They've had a breakdown," thought Tom. "Serves 'em right! Now
wait till I tackle 'em and find out where my boat is. I've a good
notion to have Andy Foger arrested!"
The sailing craft swiftly approached the motor-boat. Tom could see
the three occupants looking at him, apprehensively as well as
curiously, he thought.
"Guess they didn't think I'd keep after 'em," mused the young
inventor, and a little later he was beside the RED STREAK.
"Well," cried Tom angrily, "it's about time you came back!"
"We've had a breakdown," remarked Andy, and he seemed quite
humiliated. He was beginning to find out that he didn't know as
much about a motor-boat as he thought he did.
"I've been waiting for you," went on Tom.
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