he saw the woe-begone figure of Andy shuffling along, he laughed heartily, fitted the brush on the handle and went to tell Tom and Ned what had happened, and make more whitewash.
"Hum! Served him right," commented the young inventor.
"I suppose he'll try to play some mean trick on you now," commented Ned. "He'll think you had some hand in what Rad did."
"Let him," answered Tom, "If he tries any of his games I'll be ready for him."
"Maybe we'll soon be able to start for the city of gold," suggested Ned.
"I'm afraid not in some time." was his chum's reply. "It's going to take quite a while to get ready, and then we've got to wait to hear from Mr. Illingway. I wonder if it's true that Mr. Foger has lost his fortune; or was that only a trick?"
"Oh, it's true enough," answered Ned. "I heard some of the bank officials talking about it the other day." Ned was employed in one of the Shopton banks, an institution in which Tom and his father owned considerable stock. "He hasn't hardly any money left, and he may leave town and go out west, I heard."
"He can't go any too soon to suit me," spoke Tom, "and I hope he takes Andy with him."
