"Is there any law against it?" asked Tom.
"Hu! Well, you'll not get it I'm going to take that boat," retorted the squint-eyed bully. "Dad gave me the money to get it."
"All right," answered Tom non-committally. "Go ahead. It's a free country."
He stood his motor-cycle up against a tree and went toward a group of persons who were surrounding the auctioneer. The time had arrived to start the sale. As Tom edged in closer he brushed against a man who looked at him sharply. The lad was just wondering if he had ever seen the individual before, as there seemed to be something strangely familiar about him, when the man turned quickly away, as if afraid of being recognized.
"That's odd," thought Tom, but he had no further time for speculation, as the auctioneer was mounting on a soap box and had begun to address the gathering.
