m time to time for a possible sight of
Andy Foger, but the RED STREAK was not to be seen. The Lakeview Hotel
was reached late that afternoon and the boat was tied up to the dock,
while Tom and Ned accompanied Mr. Swift to see him comfortably
established in his room.

"Won't you stay to supper with me?" invited the inventor to his son and
the latter's chum. "Or do you want to start right in on camp life?"

"I guess we'll stay to supper and remain at the hotel to-night,"
decided Tom. "We got here a little later than I expected, and Ned and
I hardly have time to go very far and establish a temporary camp.
We'll live a life of luxurious ease to-night and begin to be
'wanderlusters' and get back to nature to-morrow."

In the morning Tom and his chum, full of enthusiasm for the pleasures
before them, started off, promising to come back to the hotel in a few
days to see how Mr. Swift felt. The trip had already done the man good
and his face wore a brighter look.

Tom and Ned, in the speedy ARROW, cruised along the lakeshores all that
morning. At noon they, went ashore, made a temporary camp and arranged
to spend the night there in the tent. After this was erected they got
out their fishing tackle and passed the afternoon at that sport, having
such good luck that they provided their own supper without having to
depend on canned stuff.

They lived this life for three days, making a new camp each night,
being favored with good weather, so that they did not have to sleep in
the boat to keep dry. On the afternoon of the third day Tom, with a
critical glance at the sky, remarked:

"I shouldn't be surprised if it rained to-morrow, Ned."

"Me either. It does look sort of hazy, and the wind is in a bad
quarter."

"Then what do you say to heading for the hotel? I fancy dad will be glad
to see us."

"That suits me. We can start camp life again after the storm passes."

They started for Sandport that afternoon. When within about two miles
of the hotel dock Tom saw, just ahead of them, a small motor-boat. Ned
observed it too and called out:

"S'pose that's Andy looking for another race?"

"No, the boat's too small for his. We'll put over that way and see who
it is."

The other craft did not appear to be moving very rapidly and the ARROW
was soon overhauling it. As the two chums came nearer they could hear
the puffing of the motor. Tom listened with critical ears.

"That machine isn't working right," he remark