"
On shot the speedy motor-boat, in and out along the winding
shoreline, with the lad in the bow at the steering-wheel peering
with eager eyes into every nook and corner where his craft might
be hidden.
CHAPTER XVII
"THERE SHE IS!"
Anticipating that he would be some time on his search, the young
inventor had gone prepared for it. He had a supply of provisions
and he had told Mrs. Baggert he might not be back that night. But
he did not intend to sleep aboard the RED STREAK, which, being a
racing boat, was not large enough to afford much room for
passengers. Tom had planned, therefore, to put up at some hotel
near the lake in case his hunt should last beyond one night.
That it would do this was almost certain, for all that morning he
searched unavailingly for the ARROW. A distant mill whistle
sounding over Lake Carlopa told him it was noon.
"Dinner time," he announced to himself. "Guess I'll run up along
shore in the shade and eat."
Selecting a place where the trees overhung the water, forming a
quiet, cool nook, Tom sent the boat in there, and, tying it to a
leaning tree, he began his simple meal. Various thoughts filled
his mind, but chief among them was the desire to overtake the
thieves who had his boat. That it was Happy Harry's gang he was
positive.
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