Tom Swift and His Motor-Cycle; Or, Fun and Adventures on the Road

ong the buildings, looking on every side for a s

t to catch him before he gets to the woods. If he

of the inventor's house, not much of a woods

what he could steal, or if he was one of the gang aft

e Swift estate on three sides. Here and there, along the barrier, were piled old packing-cases, so that it would be

lad exclaimed, and he peered sharply ab

o see the man he was after dart from inside a big box and start for the fence, near a point where there were some packing-cases piled u

!" cried the youth as he recove

ng down on the other side, a jump at which even a practiced athlete might well hesitate, the fleeing stranger paused and looked back. Tom

Tom as he ran forward. The man returned no answer, and an inst

queer proceeding. First one, then the second, and now the third of those men seem d

cord time. He caught a glimpse of the fugitive running toward the woods. Th

the fact that the stranger had had a chance to rest while hiding for the second time in the big box, while To

did not even turn around. Then the youth wisely concluded to save his wind for runn

thought Tom. "Well, t

the patch of trees. On the farther side was

e sure to stop him, and I can catch him. But what will I do with him after I get him? That's anothe

could hear the fugitive ahead of him, and marked

man running, and a glimpse of the sparkling water of Lake Carlopa. "I've got him! I've got him!" To

t considerable distance between himself and Tom. Drawn up on the beach was a little motor-boat. In this, after he had pushed it from shore, the stranger leaped. It was the work of but a second to set the engine i

th. "Who would have thought he'd have a motor

ng skiff on the lake, but his boathouse was some distance away, and even i

ought the searc

He sat in the bow, steering the little craft

be a new one. Well, there's no help for it, I've got to go back and tell dad I couldn't catch him." And with a last lo