I was trying to think what was kept there. That's it,
the gasoline tank. Well, the boat kept on up the lake, and I
don't know what became of the men. But about that piece of wood.
It seems that one of the men removed a block, from under the tank
and the others objected. That's why they were quarreling."
"That's very strange," exclaimed the lad. "There must be some
mystery about my boat that I don't understand. But that will keep
until I get the boat itself. Good-by, Mr. Damon. I must be off."
"Where to?"
"Up the lake after those thieves. I must lose no time," and Tom
started to go back to where he had left the RED STREAK.
"Hold on!" cried Mr. Damon. "I have something to propose, Tom.
Two heads are better than one, even if one doesn't know how to
adjust a nutmeg grate. Suppose I come along with you? I can
point out the direction the men took, at any rate."
"I'll be very glad to have you," answered the lad, who felt that
he might need help if there were three of the thieves in his
craft. "But what will you do with your automobile?"
"I'll just run it down the road a way to where a friend of mine
has a stable. I'll leave it in there and join you. Will you let
me come? Bless my eye glasses, but I'd like to help catch those
scoundrels!"
"I'll be very glad to have you.
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