"Now I hope you won't think I'm in the
way. Besides, you know, if you get your boat back, you'll want
some one to help steer it, while you run this one. I can do that,
at all events, bless my very existence!"
"I am very glad of your help," replied the lad, but he did not
take his eyes from the water before him, and he was looking for a
sight of his boat with the men in it.
For three hours or more Tom and Mr. Damon cruised in and out along
the shore of the lake, going farther and farther up the body of
water. Tom was beginning to think that he would reach Sandport
without catching sight of the thieves, and he was wondering if,
after all, he might not better stop off and see his father when,
above the puffing of the motor in the RED STREAK, he heard the
put-put of another boat.
"Listen!" cried Mr. Damon, who had heard it at the same time.
Tom nodded.
"They're just ahead of us," whispered his companion.
"If it's them," was the lad's reply.
"Speed up and we'll soon see," suggested Mr. Damon, and Tom
shoved the timer over. The RED STREAK forged ahead. The sound of
the other boat came more plainly now. It was beyond a little
point of land. The young inventor steered out to get around it
and leaned eagerly forward to catch the first glimpse of the
unseen craft.
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