Andy Foger advanced slowly. He took the bunch of keys and looked
at the tag.

"They are mine," he said slowly, as if there was some doubt about
it.

"Of course they are," declared Tom. "I found them where you
dropped them--in my boat."

"Do you mean over at the auction?"

"No, I mean down in my boathouse, where you sneaked in the other
night and tried to do some damage.

"The other night!" cried Andy. "I never was near your boathouse
any night and I never lost my keys there! I lost these the day of
the auction, on Mr. Hastings' ground, and I've been looking for
them ever since."

"Didn't you sneak in my boathouse the other night and try to do
some mischief? Didn't you drop them then?"

"No, I didn't," retorted Andy earnestly. "I lost those keys at
the auction, and I can prove it to you. Look, I advertised for
them in the weekly Gazette."

The red-haired lad pulled a crumpled paper from his pocket and
showed Tom an advertisement offering a reward of two dollars for a
bunch of keys on a ring, supposed to have been lost at the auction