"
"Won't you stay all night with me?" invited the young inventor.
"I'd be glad to have you."
Mr. Damon agreed, and, Tom putting more speed on the RED STREAK,
was soon opposite his own dock. The ARROW was run in the
boathouse and the owner hastily told Mrs. Baggert and the engineer
what had occurred. Then he took Andy's boat to Mr. Foger's dock
and warmly thanked the red-haired lad for the use of his craft.
"Did you find your boat?" asked Andy eagerly. "How did the RED
STREAK run?"
"I got my boat and yours runs fine," explained Tom.
"Good! I'll race you again some day," declared Andy.
Mr. Damon enjoyed his visit at our hero's house, for Mrs. Baggert
cooked one of her best suppers for him. Tom and the engineer
spent the evening repairing the motor-boat, Mr. Damon looking on
and exclaiming "Bless my shoe leather" or some other part of his
dress or anatomy at every stage of the work. The engineer wanted
to know all about the men and their doings, but he could supply no
reason for their queer actions regarding the braces under the
gasoline tank.
In the morning Tom once more prepared for an early start for
Sandport, and Mr. Damon, reconsidering his plans, rode as far with
him as the place where the automobile had been left.
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