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 billiard-room, 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?"
"I haven't got it."
"Take care!" and Tom, with a quick step was beside the bully, and had grasped him firmly by the arm.
"You let me alone, Tom Swift!" cried Andy.
"Where's that map?" and Tom gave Andy's arm a wrench.
"It's at your house; that's where it is! I just took it back. It was only a joke."
"A joke, eh? And you took it back?"
"Yes, I did. Now you let me go!"
