"What friend gave you such information, Mr.--er--Tom Swift?"
"Sam Snedecker," replied the lad quickly. "I caught him sneaking
around my machine shop about an hour ago, and when I asked him
what he was doing he said he'd been out riding with Andy, and
that they broke a wheel. I'm glad it was only a blown-out tire,"
and Tom's voice had a curious note in it.
"But there must be some mistake," insisted Mr. Foger. "Sam
Snedecker was not riding with us this evening. We have been over
to Waterfield--my son and I, and--"
"Come on, pop!" cried Andy desperately. "We must hurry home.
Mom will be worried."
"Yes, I think she will. But I can't understand why Sam should
say such a thing. However, we are much obliged for the use of
your pump, Swift, and--"
But Andy prevented any further talk by starting the car with
the muffler open, making a great racket, and he hurriedly drove
off, almost before his father was seated, leaving Tom standing
there in the road, beside his pump and lantern.
"So," mused the young inventor, "there's some game on. Sam
wasn't with Andy, yet Andy evidently knew where Sam was, or he
wouldn't have been so anxious to choke off talk.
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