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. 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."
