very glad when a diversion, in the shape of lunch, occurred.

After a meal on tables under the trees in the grove Tom took the
girls and some of their friends out in his motor-boat again. They
covered several miles around the lake before returning to the
picnic ground.

As Tom was starting toward home in his boat, wondering what had
become of Andy and trying to think of a reason why the bully
should attend anything as "tame" as a church picnic, the object of
his thoughts came strolling through the trees down to the shore of
the lake. The moment he saw Tom the red-haired lad started back,
but the young inventor, leaping out of his boat, called out:

"Hold on there, Andy Foger, I want to see you!" and there was
menace in Tom's tone.

"But, I don't want to see you!" retorted the other sulkily. "I've
got no use for you."

"No more have I for you," was Tom's quick reply. "But I want to
return you these keys. You dropped them in my boat the other
night when you tried to set it afire. If I ever catch you--"

"My keys! Your boat! On fire!" gasped Andy, so plainly
astonished that Tom knew his surprise was genuine.

"Yes, your keys. You were a little, too quick for me or I'd have
caught you at it. The next time you pick a lock don't leave your
keys behind you," and he held out the jingling ring.