"Well," burst out Tom, unable to longer contain himself, as he thought
of all he had suffered at the hands of the red-haired bully, "I said
I'd get even with you, but I haven't done it yet. I'm going to now.
Take off your coat, Andy. You and I are going to have a little
argument."

"Don't you dare lay a finger on me!" blustered the squint-eyed one.

Tom peeled off his coat. Andy, who saw that he could not escape, rushed
forward, and dealt the young inventor a blow on the chest. That was all
Tom wanted, and the next instant he went at Andy hammer and tongs. The
bully tried to fight, but he had no chance with his antagonist, who was
righteously angry, and who made every blow tell. It was a
sorry-looking Andy Foger who begged for mercy a little later.

Tom had no desire to administer more than a deserved reward to the
bully, but perhaps he did add a little for interest. At any rate Andy
thought so.

"You just wait!" he cried, as he limped off. "I'll make you sorry for
this."

"Oh, don't go to any trouble on my account," said Tom gently, as he put
on his coat. But Andy did go to considerable trouble to be revenged on
the young inventor, and whether he succeeded or not you may learn by
reading the fourth book of this series, to be called "Tom Swift and His
Submarine Boat; or, Under the Ocean for Sunken Treasure," in which I
shall relate the particulars of a voyage that was marvelous in the
extreme.

Tom reached home in a very pleasant frame of mind that afternoon.
Things had turned out much better than he thought they would. A few
weeks later the two bank robbers, who were found guilty, were sentenced
to long terms, but their companions were not captured. Tom sent Sheriff
Durkin a share of the reward, and the lad invested his own share in
bank stock, after giving some to Mr. Sharp. Mr. Damon refused to accept
any. As for Mr. Swift, once he saw matters straightened out, and his
son safe, he resumed his work on his prize submarine boat, his son
helping him.

As for Tom, he alternated his spare time between trips in the airship
and his motor-boat, and frequently a certain young lady from the
Rocksmond Seminary was his companion. I think you know her name by this
time. Now, for a while, we will take leave of Tom Swift and his
friends, trusting to meet them again.

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