"I hope we do get it."
"Oh, we will. I'm going to start off on my own hook, to find Andy. But first I'll take you to my house."
The old miner was soon telling his story to Mr. Swift, the housekeeper and Garret Jackson. They expressed their surprise at Andy's daring act. But Tom didn't do much more talking.
"I'm going out to find Andy," he declared, "and when I do—" He didn't finish his sentence, but they all knew what he meant.
But the bully was in none of his usual haunts, though Tom visited them all. Nor was Andy at the homes of either of his cronies.
"Well, if I don't find him, I shall certainly swear out the warrant," decided Tom. "I'll give him until night, and then I'll call on the police."
Still he did not give up, but went to several other places where Andy might be found. He had about given up, as it was getting toward late afternoon, when, as he came out of a billiardroom, where the bully was in the habit of spending much of his time, Tom saw the lad of whom he was in search.
"Hold on there, Andy Foger!" cried the young inventor. "I want to see you!"
"What about?"
"You know very well. Where's that map you stole?"