"Yes, it's bad for the digestion," added Ned. "If you don't mind,
Tom, I'll have some more coffee and another sandwich myself."

"Nothing the matter with your appetite, either," commented the
young inventor as he passed the coffee pot and the plate.

They were soon on their way again, the ARROW making good time up
the lake. Tom was at the engine, making several minor adjustments
to it, while Ned steered. Mr. Swift reclined on one of the
cushioned seats under the shade of the canopy. The young owner of
the ARROW looked over the stretch of water from time to time for a
possible sight of Andy Foger, but the RED STREAK was not to be
seen. The Lakeview Hotel was reached late that afternoon and the
boat was tied up to the dock, while Tom and Ned accompanied Mr.
Swift to see him comfortably established in his room.

"Won't you stay to supper with me?" invited the inventor to his
son and the latter's chum. "Or do you want to start right in on
camp life?"

"I guess we'll stay to supper and remain at the hotel to-night,"
decided Tom. "We got here a little later than I expected, and Ned
and I hardly have time to go very far and establish a temporary
camp. We'll live a life of luxurious ease to-night and begin to
be 'wanderlusters' and get back to nature to-morrow."

In the morning Tom and his chum, full of enthusiasm for the
pleasures before them, started off, promising to come back to the
hotel in a few days to see how Mr. Swift felt. The trip had
already done the man good and his face wore a brighter look.