"I will when I find out if you're telling me the truth or not, Andy Foger. You come with me!"
"Where?"
"To my house. I want to see if that map's there."
"Well, you'll find that it is, and you'd better let me go! My father told me to take the map back, and I did. You let me go!"
Andy struggled to get loose, but Torn had too tight a grip. There was something, too, in the manner of our hero that warned Andy not to trifle with him. So, concluding that discretion was the better part of valor, Andy walked sullenly along toward Tom's home, the young inventor never relaxing the grip on his enemy's arm.
They reached the Swift home. Still holding his captive, Tom rang the bell. His father came to the door, followed by Abe Abercrombie.
"Is the map back?" asked the young inventor, anxiously.
"Yes, Andy brought it here a few minutes ago," announced Mr. Swift.
"Is it the right one, Abe?" inquired Tom.
"Yep, Tom. I made sure of that as soon as I laid my eyes on it. It's th' right one."
"Then you can go, Andy Foger," announced our hero, "and if I ever catch you in another trick
