"Good!" cried the auctioneer. "That's the way to talk. I'm offered a hundred and seventy-five."
"Eighty," said Tom quietly, though his heart was beating fast.
"Well, of all" began Andy, but Sam Snedecker dragged him back.
"You haven't got any more money," said the bully's crony. "Better stop now."
"I will not! I'm going home for more," declared Andy. "I must have that boat."
"It will be sold when you get back," said Sam.
"Haven't you got any money you can lend me?" inquired the squint-eyed one, scowling in Tom's direction.
"No, not a bit. There, some one raised Tom's bid."
At that moment a man in the crowd offered a hundred and eighty-one dollars.
"Small amounts thankfully received," said Mr. Wood with a laugh. Then the bidding became lively, a number making one-dollar advances.
The price got up to one hundred and ninety-five dollars and there it hung for several minutes, despite the eloquence of Mr. Wood, who tried by all his persuasive powers to get a substantial advance. But every one seemed afraid to bid. As for the young inventor, he was in a quandary. He could only offer five dollars more, and, if he bid it in a
