Mr. Duncan was not at the institution, Tom was told, his injury having healed sufficiently to allow of his being removed to his home.  The youth readily secured permission to use the telephone, and was soon in communication with Mr. Swift.  While not telling him all the occurrences that had delayed him, Tom gave his father and Ned Newton enough information to explain his absence.  Then the trip to Shopton was resumed in the two boats.

“What are you going to do about your automobile?” asked Tom as they neared the point where the machine had been left.

“Never mind about that,” replied Mr. Damon.  “It will do it good to have a night’s vacation.  I will go on to your house with you, and perhaps I can get a train back to my friend’s home, so that I can claim my car.”

“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.  There he took leave of the young inventor, promising to call on Mr. Swift in the near future.

“I hope you arrive at the hotel where your father is without any more accidents,” remarked the automobilist.  “Bless my very existence, but you seem to have the most remarkable series of adventures I ever heard of!”

“They are rather odd,” admitted Tom.  “I don’t know that I particularly care for them, either.  But, now that I have my boat back, I guess everything will be all right.”

But Tom could not look ahead.  He was destined to have still more exciting times, as presently will be related.

Without further incident he arrived at the Lakeview Hotel in Sandport that evening and found his father and Ned very glad to see him.  Of course he had to explain everything then, and, with his son safely in his sight, Mr. Swift was not so nervous over the recital as he would have been had Tom not been present.