Swift. "I had a chance for it when I passed through the hotel
kitchen one day, for I wanted to see what kind of a range they
used."
"I guess there's no stopping you from inventing," replied his son
with a laugh and a hopeless shake of the head. "But don't let it
happen again when you go away to rest."
"Oh, I only just thought of it," said Mr. Swift. "I haven't
worked the details out yet."
Then he wanted to know about everything at home and he seemed
particularly anxious lest the Happy Harry gang do some damage.
"I don't believe they will," Tom assured him. "Garret and Mrs.
Baggert will be on guard."
The next few days were pleasant ones for Tom, his father and Ned
Newton. They cruised about the lake, went fishing and camped in
the woods. Even Mr. Swift spent one night in the tent and said he
liked it very much. For a week the three led an ideal existence,
going about as they pleased, Ned taking a number of photographs
with his new camera. The ARROW proved herself a fine boat, and
Tom and Ned, when Mr. Swift did not accompany them, explored the
seldom visited parts of Lake Carlopa.
The three had been out one day and were discussing the necessity
of returning home soon when Ned spoke.
"I shall hate to give up this life and go to slaving in the bank
again," he complained.
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