"Oh, yes, Ned and I didn't eat everything on our camping trips,"
and Tom was glad to note that the fine weather which followed the
storm was having a good effect on his father.
"We certainly had a good time," remarked Ned. "I don't know when
I've enjoyed a vacation so."
"It's too bad it had to be cut short by this robbery," commented
Mr. Swift.
"Oh, well, my time would be up in a few days more," went on the
young bank employee. "It's just as well to start back now."
Tom took the shortest route he knew, keeping in as close to shore
as he dared, for now he was as anxious to get home as was his
father. On and on speeded the ARROW, yet fast as it was, it
seemed slow to Mr. Swift, who, like all nervous persons, always
wanted to go wherever he desired to go instantly.
Tom headed his boat around a little point of land, and was urging
the engine to the top notch of speed, for now he was on a clear
course, with no danger from shoals or hidden rocks, when he saw,
darting out from shore, a tiny craft which somehow seemed familiar
to him. He recognized a peculiar put-putter of the motor.
"That's the DOT," he remarked in a low voice to Ned, "Miss
Nestor's cousin's boat."
"Is she in it now?" asked Ned.
"Yes," answered Tom quickly.
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