them or make a scene, yet he did want to have a talk, and a very
serious talk, with Andy Foger.

Miss Nestor must have noticed Tom's sudden start at his glimpse of
Andy, for she asked: "Did you see some one you knew, Mr. Swift?"

"Yes," replied Tom, "I did--er--that is--" He paused in some
confusion.

"Perhaps you'd like---that is prefer--to go with them instead of
taking lunch with girls who don't know anything about engines?"
she persisted.

"Oh, no indeed," Tom hastened to assure her. "He--that is--the
person I saw wouldn't care to have me lunch with him," and the
youth smiled grimly.

"Would you like to bring him over to our table?" inquired Miss
Carson. "We have plenty for him."

"No, I think that would hardly do," continued the lad, who tried
not to smile at the picture of the red-haired and squint-eyed Andy
Foger making one of a party with the girls. The young ladies
fortunately had not noticed the bully, who was out of view by this
time.

Tom was presented to Mr. and Mrs. Nestor, who told him how glad
they were to meet the young man who had been instrumental in
saving their daughter from injury, if not death. Tom was a bit
embarrassed, but bore the praise as well as he could, and he was