“You’ve made an enemy for life of that fellow, Tom,” declared Ben.
“Well, he never was very friendly towards me,” responded Tom. “Where’s the wire? I’ve got it,” and he picked it up from the ground where it had dropped. “I’m sorry this thing occurred, but he brought it on himself. Come on, Ben.”
“You’re going to stay and have some fun, aren’t you, Tom?” inquired one of the swimmers.
“Can’t, boys—that is, just now. I’ve got something to attend to. See you again.”
Tom and Ben had not proceeded fifty feet, however, when a hurried call halted them. Tom’s younger brother came running towards them.
“Oh, Tom!” he hailed breathlessly, “I’ve run all the way from the house. I’ve got a message for you.”
“What is it, Ted?”
“Mr. Edson was passing the house and told me to find you and ask you to come down to the tower as soon as you could.”
“All right, Ted,” replied Tom. “I wonder what’s up?”
“Why?” questioned Ben.