Then the young inventor began work on the motor of the
RED STREAK. He found it quite a job and had to call on Mr.
Jackson to help him, for one of the pistons had to be repaired and
a number of adjustments made to the cylinders.
But that night the motor was fully mended and placed back in the
boat. It was in better shape than it had been since Andy had
purchased the craft.
"There," remarked Tom, "now I'm ready to hunt for those
scoundrels. Will you leave your boat at my dock to-night, Andy?"
"Yes, so you can start out early in the morning. I'm not going."
"Why not?" demanded Tom quickly.
"Well--er--you see I've had enough of motoring for a while,"
explained Andy. "Besides, I don't believe my mother would like me
to go out on a chase after thieves. If we had to shoot I might
hit one of them, and--"
"Oh, I see," answered Tom. "But I don't like to take your boat
alone. Besides, I don't fancy there will be much shooting. I
know I'm not going to take a gun. In fact, the one Mr. Duncan
gave me is in the boat. All I want is to get the ARROW back."
"That's all right," went on Andy. "You take my boat and use it as
long as you like. I'll rest up a few days. When you find your
boat you can bring mine back."
Tom understood.
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