what she and I know, we can make out pretty well."

"Hold on there!" cried Tom gaily. "No trespassing, you know."

"Oh, I'll just say I'm your agent," promised Ned with a grin.
"You can't object to that."

"No, I s'pose not. Well, do the best you can. She is certainly a
nice girl."

"Yes, but you do seem to turn up at most opportune times. Luck is
certainly with you where she is concerned. First you save her in
a runaway--"

"After I start the runaway," interrupted Tom.

"Then you take her for a ride in your motor-boat, and, lastly, you
come to her relief when she is stalled in the middle of the lake.
Oh you certainly are a lucky dog!"

"Never mind, I'm giving you a show. Now let's get to bed early,
as I want to get a good start."

Tom awoke to find a nasty, drizzling rainstorm in progress, and
the lake was almost hidden from view by a swirling fog. Still he
was not to be daunted from his trip to Shopton by the weather,
and, after a substantial breakfast, he bade his father and Ned
good-by and started off in the ARROW.

The canopy he had provided was an efficient protection against the