"Yes '. I'm here," admitted Tom with a laugh.

"And in a motor-boat, too! Bless my pocketbook, but did that run
away with some one who sold it to you cheap?"

"No, not exactly," and the lad explained how he had come into
possession of it. By this time he was ashore and had tied the
ARROW to an overhanging tree. Then Tom proceeded to where Mr.
Damon had left his stalled automobile. The eccentric man was
wealthy and his physician had instructed him to ride about in the
car for his health. Tom soon located the trouble. The carburetor
had become clogged, and it was soon in working order again.

"Well, now that you have a boat ', I don't suppose you will be
riding about the country so much," commented Mr. Damon as he got
into his car. "Bless my spark-plug! But if you ever get over to
Waterfield, where I live, come and see me. It's handy to get to
by water."

"I'll come some day," promised the lad.

"Bless my hat band, but I hope so," went on the eccentric
individual as he prepared to start his car.

Tom completed the remainder of the trip to his house without
incident and his father came down to the dock to see the motor-
boat. He agreed with his son that it was a bargain and that it
could easily be put in fine shape.

The youth spent all the next day and part of the following working