going to keep the same name?" and Mr. Hastings seemed quite interested in what answer the lad would make.
"I think not," replied Tom. "It's a good name, but I want something that tells more what a fast boat it is, for I'm going to make some changes that will increase the speed."
"That's a good idea. Call it the Swift."
"Folks would say I was stuck up if I did that," retorted the youth quickly. "I think I shall call it the Arrow. That's a good, short name, and"
"It's certainly speedy," interrupted Mr. Hastings. "Well now, since you're not going to use the name Carlopa, would you mind if I took it for my new boat? I have a fancy for it."
"Not in the least," said Tom. "Don't you want the letters from each side of the bow to put on your new craft?"
"It's very kind of you to offer them, and, since you will have no need for them, I'll be glad to take them off."
"Come down to my boat," invited Tom, using the word "my" with a proper pride, "and I'll take off the brass letters. I have a screw driver in my motor-cycle tool bag."
As the former and present owners of the Arrow (which is the name by which I shall hereafter
