"Costs too much money to hire lawyers, I reckon. So he played you the same trick; eh, Tom?"
"Pretty much, yes. But he won't get off so easily, I can tell you that!" and there was a grim and determined look on the face of the young inventor. "How long will it take to fix my boat, Mr. Houston?"
"Nigh onto two weeks, Tom. I'm terrible rushed now."
Tom whistled ruefully.
"I could do it myself quicker, if I could get her back to my shop." he said. "But she'd sink on the home trip. All right, do the best you can, Mr. Houston."
"I will that, Tom."
The two chums walked out of the boat-repair place.
"What are you going to do, Tom? asked Ned, as they strolled along.
"Well, since we can't go motor boating, I guess I may as well go back and see if that new supply of selenium has come. I do want to get my photo telephone working, Ned."
"And that's all the outing you're going to take—less than an hour!" exclaimed Ned, reproachfully.
"Oh, well, all you wanted to do was to get me
