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Title: The River Motor Boat Boys on the Mississippi
       On the Trail to the Gulf

Author: Harry Gordon

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THE RIVER MOTOR BOAT BOYS
ON THE MISSISSIPPI

OR

On the Trail to the Gulf

By HARRY GORDON

Author of

  "The River Motor Boat Boys on the Colorado,"
  "The River Motor Boat Boys on the St. Lawrence,"
  "The River Motor Boat Boys on the Amazon,"
  "The River Motor Boat Boys on the Columbia,"
  "The River Motor Boat Boys on the Ohio."

A. L. BURT COMPANY

NEW YORK




Copyright, 1913

By A. L. Burt Company

THE SIX RIVER MOTOR BOYS ON THE MISSISSIPPI




Contents

  I--A Rambler Reception Day
  II--Alex. Goes Fishing
  III--A Waif from the River
  IV--Two Boys Get a Tumble
  V--A New Captain on Board
  VI--Captain Joe Makes a Hit
  VII--Searching for the _Rambler_
  VIII--Faces at the Window
  IX--Red Declines to Talk
  X--More River Outlaws
  XI--Fire-Faces on the Island
  XII--Half Full of Diamonds
  XIII--A River Robber in a New Role
  XIV--Alex. Breaks Furniture
  XV--The Leather Bag Missing
  XVI--What Dropped on Deck
  XVII--Getting out of the Mud
  XVIII--Swept Into a Swamp
  XIX--Pilgrims from Old Chicago
  XX--The Darkey up the Tree
  XXI--Dodging a Police Boat
  XXII--The Sheriff Knows a Lot
  XXIII--A Night in New Orleans
  XXIV--Something Doing All the Time
  XXV--Commonplace, After All




THE SIX RIVER MOTOR BOYS ON THE MISSISSIPPI




CHAPTER I

A RAMBLER RECEPTION DAY


A white bulldog of ferocious aspect lay sound asleep under a small
table. Lying across the dog's neck, with his soft muzzle hidden
between capable paws, was a quarter-grown grizzly bear. Now and then
Captain Joe, as the dog was named, stirred uneasily in his sleep, as
if in remonstrance at the liberties which Teddy, the cub, was taking
with his person. The bulldog and the cub snored in unison!

The table under which the animals slept stood in the middle of the
small cabin of the motor boat _Rambler_, and the _Rambler_ was pulling
at her anchor chain in the muddy water of the Mississippi
river--pulling and jerking for all the world like a fat pig with a
ring in his nose trying to get rid of the line which held him in
captivity.

Although early in November, there were wandering flakes of snow in the
air, and a chill wind from the northwest was sweeping over the
Mississippi valley. There had been several days of continuous rain,
and, at Cairo, where the motor boat lay, both the Mississippi and the
Ohio rivers were out of their banks.

In spite of the wind and snow, however, the cabin of the _Rambler_ was
cozy and warm. In front of the table where the bulldog and the young
bear lay stood a coal stove, on the top of which two boys of sixteen,
Clayton Emmett and Alexander Smithwick, were cooking ham and eggs, the
appetizing flavor of which filled the little room. A dish of sliced
potatoes stood not far away, and over the cherry-red coils of an
electric stove at the rear of the cabin a great pot of coffee was
sizzling and adding its fragrance to rich contributions of the frying
pan.

While the boys, growing hungrier every second, stirred the fire and
laid the table, footsteps were heard on the forward deck of the motor
boat, and then, without even announcing his presence by a knock, a
roughly-dressed man of perhaps forty years stepped into the cabin and
stood for a moment staring at the bulldog and the bear, stood with a
hand on the knob of the door, as if ready for retreat, his lips open,
as if the view of the interior had checked words half spoken. Alex.
Smithwick regarded the man for a moment with a flash of anger in his
eyes, then he caught the humor of the situation and resolved to punish
the intruder for his impudence in walking into the cabin without a bit
of ceremony.

"Look out for the bulldog and the bear!" he warned. "They consumed two
river-men last week! The bulldog tears 'em down, an' the bear eats
'em!"

"What kind of a menagerie is this?" began the visitor, but Alex. gave
the bulldog a touch with his foot, and the dog and the bear were in
the middle of the space between the table and the stove, snarling
fiercely, before the startled intruder could open the door. "Call the
brutes off!" he added as Teddy began boxing the empty air.

"Don't stand in the doorway!" Alex. warned, while Clay Emmett turned
his face away so as not to betray his enjoyment of the situation. "It
makes 'em mad to keep the door open! What do you want?"

The visitor stepped outside and beckoned to the boys through the glass
panel. Alex. went out on the deck and stood waiting. The visitor was
evidently a riverman, tall, muscular, heavy of hand and sullen of
face. He wore rough clothing, neither clean nor whole, and his face
was well covered by a bushy beard, light in color except around the
mouth, where it was stained with tobacco. Alex. noted that he looked
away whenever their eyes met for an instant.

"I'm Gid Brent, the riverman," he said, in a moment, "and I've come to
warn you boys against starting out alone, on the river in this boat."

"That's kind of you," Alex. replied. "What's the matter with the
boat?"

"It is the river there's something the matter with," replied the
other. "The water is high, and is pouring into all the old channels
and ditches from Cairo to the Gulf. If you start out without a pilot,
you'll run into some bayou and end in a swamp, a couple of hundred
miles from the main channel."

"You're a pilot, eh?" asked Alex., with a provoking grin.

"Yes; and I'm called the best on the river," was the boasting reply.

"And you're looking for a job?" Alex. continued, insinuatingly.

"I might accept the right kind of a job," Brent replied, "but I
shouldn't want any menagerie on board with me. Where are you boys
going?"

"Oh, well," Alex. said, gravely, though there was fun in his eyes, "if
you object to our pets, that settles it! We brought Captain Joe, the
bulldog, from the Amazon, and Teddy Bear, the cub, from British
Columbia."

"Oh, if they're tame!" the other exclaimed. "I might----"

"I'll call 'em out an' see what they say to you!" Alex. replied,
mischief in his eyes, opening the cabin door and inviting the bulldog
and the bear out to the deck!

Captain Joe snarled at the man's feet and Teddy Bear stood up and
squared off in front of him in a boxing attitude! Brent swung toward
the little pier against which the motor boat lay, and the animals,
thus encouraged, sprang at him.

In a minute the pilot was on the pier, racing toward the shore as if
for his life! Clay came out on deck and both boys stood laughing at
the retreating figure. Presently Brent came to an old warehouse, where
security might be found in an open doorway. Here he stopped and turned
back, shaking a fist at the grinning lads.

"I'll be even with you for that!" he shouted. "I'll teach you to set
your dog on me, you miserable little bum-boat tramps! I'll show you!"

"Get him, Captain Joe!" cried Alex., angry at the impertinent language
used, but Clay caught the bulldog by the collar and held him back.

"All right!" smiled Alex. "Let the tramp go, if you want to! Anyway,
I'm about half starved! Funny, Case and Jule don't get back! They've
been gone three hours!"

"They'll get cold beans for supper if they don't show up pretty soon!"
Clay said, turning back to the cabin. "The ham and eggs and potatoes
are just done!"

Even as Alex. closed the cabin door behind himself, running footsteps
were heard, and the next moment two boys of about his own age,
Cornelius Witters and Julian Shafer, made their appearance, racing off
the pier and on to the deck of the motor boat like young colts. They
dashed into the cabin and dropped down into seats at the table.

"What's the matter with the fellow at the head of the pier?" Case
Witters asked. "He called to us not to come down here! Said there was
a crazy boy, a mad dog and a grizzly loose in the boat! Guess you got
him peeved, didn't you?"

"He's too fresh!" Alex. responded. "He came on board as if he owned
the boat, and then had the nerve to tell us that we'd get lost if we
went down the river without a pilot! He wanted a pilot's job! We
should have given Captain Joe a bite out of him!"

"Did he say he was a pilot?" asked Jule Shafer, with a wink at Case.

"Sure thing he did!" answered Alex. "Said he was the best on the
river!"

"Well," Case began, "if he is a pilot he is out of practice! I heard
him asking a man about the passage from Hickman to Reelfoot lake. When
we went up-town that same man who spoke to us on the pier stood on the
levee with a bunch of toughs. Their heads were together, as if they
were planning mischief. I thought they looked at Jule and I in a
strange way, too!"

"I don't believe he ever came on board to get a job!" Jule broke in.
"He's a spy! That's just what he is, and I wish Captain Joe had eaten
him up!"

"But why should he come spying here?" asked Clay. "We're not river
thieves!"

"Well, there's something odd going on at Cairo!" Case asserted. "There
are crowds on the streets, and the policemen seem to be on their
metal! I guess we would have been locked up as suspects if we hadn't
had on pretty good clothes!"

"Why didn't you ask some one to tell you about it?" demanded Alex.

"We did," Jule answered, "and got our trouble for our pains! There's
been a warehouse robbery up the river somewhere, but I don't see why
that should make such a stir down here at Cairo. The merchant I
ordered the gasoline of said that $100,000 in diamonds and furs had
been taken, and that a watchman who resisted had been seriously
wounded."

"Perhaps they think we're the thieves!" suggested Clay.

"I shouldn't wonder if they did," Case grinned. "Anyway, the men I
talked with seemed to have loose shingles--they acted that way, all
right!"

"Loose shingles!" cried Alex. "You'll wash dishes for a week for that!
Loose shingles is slang, and we're not to talk slang. If you wanted to
indicate a slant in the belfry, why didn't you say----"

"Slant in the belfry!" roared Case. "Guess that isn't slang! I'll have
plenty of help washing dishes, all right. S-a-a-y, listen to that,
will you!"

As the boy spoke he lifted a hand for silence, and the four sat at the
table silent and motionless. It was growing dusk now, and the deck of
the motor boat showed dim under the gathering shadows of the night.
While the lads sat there, listening, Captain Joe, the bulldog, ran to
the closed door and sniffed suspiciously.

"There's some one out on deck!" Case exclaimed, then. "I wonder if
that fellow has had the nerve to come back here? I'll go and see who
it is, anyway."

"Why don't you wait and see what he will do?" asked Clay. "If he
thinks we're the robbers, he'll show himself directly. If it is only a
sneak thief, he'll take a jump in the river the minute he knows we are
aware of his presence on the deck. Give him a chance!"

Then three words came in a whisper from the outside of the door. They
were spoken in a trembling voice, accompanied by a soft knock on the
lower panel.

"Let me in!" the voice said. It seemed like the voice of a child, too.

"Come on in, if you want to!" Alex. answered. "This seems to be our
reception day!"

"Sure! Come on in! Don't be so mysterious about it, whoever you are!"

As he spoke Case arose and opened the door. Instantly there tumbled
into the cabin a boy of twelve or fourteen--a slender, thin-faced lad
whose whole appearance indicated little food and little parental care.
He did not rise to his feet.

"Well, what is it?" asked Clay, taking the intruder by the arm. "Why
don't you get up and introduce yourself? What do you want here,
anyway?"

"Don't switch on the light!" the boy pleaded, as Clay stretched his
hand toward the electric switch. "They are watching the boat from the
pier, and I don't want them to know I got in. That's why I didn't
stand up when the door was opened. The railing of the deck protected
me from the view of any one up there. I'm running away!"

"You look the part!" Clay observed, motioning the visitor to a chair.
"Why?"

"Because they'll make me tell who stole the diamonds and furs up at
Rock Island," was the hesitating reply. "They'll put me in jail if I
don't tell!"

"If you know and won't tell," Clay observed, "they surely will put you
in jail!"

"Why won't you tell?" asked Alex. "Perhaps you helped do the job
yourself!"

"No I didn't!" the boy said.

He was about to say more when there came another voice from outside--a
slow, steady voice demanding attention.

"Listen, you kids in there," the voice said. "Listen, and I'll tell
you what to do to save a couple of lives!"




CHAPTER II

ALEX. GOES FISHING


"Things seem to be coming our way!" Alex. observed. "Can either of you
boys see the fellow who is doing the talking?"

Clay stepped to the cabin door and opened it. The night had fallen
swiftly, and the deck was quite dark. The boy started toward the
switch which controlled the prow light, but the voice checked him,
coming, not from the pier, but from the water at the side of the motor
boat.

"Don't turn on any lights!" the voice said. "I'm right here under the
overhang. I came to ask you to do me a favor! You look like decent
sort of chaps!"

"Thanks for the compliment!" Alex. put in, from the cabin door, where
he stood with a freckled nose wrinkled to its full capacity--and then
a little more!

"Keep still a minute, can't you?" demanded Clay. "Let us see what it
is the man wants us to do for him. Why don't you come on deck?" the
boy added, bending over in the hope of getting a view of the strange
visitor.

"I don't come on deck," was the reply, "because I'm not lookin' for
trouble! I'm in bad here, strangers, an' I want you to take the boy
down the river with you!"

The lad who had recently come on board now came up to the cabin door
and stood in a listening attitude. In the deep dusk his face could not
be seen plainly, but Alex., who stood close to his side, knew that he
was shaking with the chill of the water.

"The boy says he is running away," objected Clay, bending still lower
over the deck railing. "We are not going to aid in any such a game,"
he added.

"Shucks!" came the answer, still from the water. "He ain't got nobody
nor nothin' to run away from, that kid ain't! Hide him until you get
out of Cairo, an' then I may be able to do something for him."

"What's the answer?" Alex. cut in. "Why should he want to be hidden?
Perhaps you're the man that robbed the warehouse at Rock Island! He
just told us that he knew who did it! Come on deck, and we'll talk it
over."

"If you want to get away from Cairo without sampling all the jails in
the county," the unseen man continued, "you'll slip anchor an' get
down the river right soon! The men who are watchin' you are comin'
down the pier now. I reckon they saw me talking from the bosom of the
river. Before I duck under an' head for Missouri, I'll tell you that
the kid you've got there is O. K. Take him along with you!"

Then, much to the amazement of the boys on the motor boat, a shot came
out of the darkness in the direction of the pier, and a bullet cut the
water close to where the man lay, near the prow, half afloat and half
clinging to the hull of the _Rambler_.

"You see!" the unseen man said. "Drop down until this excitement is
over!"

"That's a cheerful kind of a merman," Alex. declared. "He heard the
shot and took his own advice to disappear, anyway! What do you think
of him? Heading a lot of gunmen in this direction an' then advising us
to run away!"

For a moment nothing was heard save the sighing of the wind and the
wash of the river. Lights were showing in the city, which was not far
from the pier, and one large street lamp disclosed the figures of a
dozen men running toward the motor boat! The man who had done the
shooting stood near the foot of the pier, a revolver in his hand. Clay
sprang for the switch which controlled the prow light.

"That's more like it!" came a voice from the shore, as the light
flared out on the cluttered pier and the swirling waters of the river.
"Why didn't you do that before?"

"Quit your shooting and come on board!" Clay advised. "We understand
the use of firearms ourselves! Come aboard and tell us what all this
is about."

"We'll come, fast enough!" said one of the advancing party. "Keep your
lights on."

In a minute more the little motor boat was crowded with rough-looking
men, all armed, and all insisting that every nook and corner of the
_Rambler_ should be searched.

The boys offered no objections, but sat on the deck railing waiting
for the men to perform their task and go away. Captain Joe and Teddy,
however, objected strenuously, and it required the efforts of all
four, before the search was completed, to keep the pets from being
shot by those whose legs had been nipped by sharp teeth.

Finally one of the men, who seemed to be in command, demanded of Clay:

"Where did the boy who came on board go?"

"He must have gone into the river," was the reply. "Just after the
shooting I looked for him, but he was not here. Who is he, and what is
he wanted for?"

"He belongs to the man who robbed the warehouse office up at Rock
Island," was the gruff reply. "If you shelter him you'll be breaking
the law. What was that swimmer saying to you?" the fellow continued.
"That's the man we want! Why should he come to you, anyway?"

"I don't know why he should come to us any more than I know why you
men should come on board with your insulting suspicions," Clay
answered. "When you make up your minds that neither the man nor the
boy is here, we'll go on down the river."

The search continued for some moments, and the men reluctantly went
ashore.

"Honest!" Alex. then asked of Clay. "Honest, now! Where did the boy
go?"

"He must have taken a jump into the river," was the boy's reply. "He
certainly is not on board the _Rambler_. He just disappeared when
those men appeared."

"Then he's probably drowned!" Alex. commented. "No one could swim long
in that current. And the man, too, probably went under! Too bad!" he
added, soberly.

"Well," Clay declared, "I've got enough of the hospitality of this
city. Suppose we drop down to-night? It will be risky sailing because
of the flood, but at the same time it may keep us all out of jail.
Those men may come back after they get a few more drinks."

The _Rambler_ was a staunch little motor boat, fully competent to make
her way in almost any body of water, but the boys were afraid of
driftwood and wreckage, and also of running off into bayous which ran
out into swamps for miles, with almost as strong a current as the main
channel. Those who have read previous volumes of this series will
doubtless recall the adventures of the four boys in Brazil on the
Amazon river, on the Columbia river, far up in British Columbia, and
on the Colorado river, as far up as the Grand Canyon.

A month before that night in Cairo, the boys had launched the motor
boat on the Mississippi far up near its source. They had struggled
with sandbars and falls, but had at last worked round the Falls of St.
Anthony and struck better water. They had met with plenty of
adventures on the way, but nothing of the character of the happenings
of that evening. The portion of their journey really worthy of record
begins at Cairo on this early November night.

The pets, of which the boys were very fond, had, as already stated by
one of the boys, been acquired in Brazil and British Columbia, Captain
Joe having been bought by Alex. at Para, and Teddy having been rescued
from a tree wreck in the great river of the north. Both animals had
been taught all sorts of tricks by the boys.

"That's all right, about our being in danger here," Case observed,
"but, at the same time, if we leave now, in the night, with the river
up, we shall only confirm the suspicions of those on shore. Suppose we
move away from this pier, so as to be out of the way of the mob, and
anchor in another place, where those whose duty it is to look up
suspicious river boats can find us if they desire to? For one, I don't
like the idea of being chased down the river."

"Solomon had nothing on you!" Alex. agreed. "We may as well remain
here until morning. I must confess that I don't like the way the
Father of Waters is acting!"

"Well, let us get somewhere and settle down for the night!" Jule
suggested. "I'm still hungry! Those fellows spoiled my supper. Who
wants more ham?"

"Say," Alex. cried, with one of his inimitable grins, "why not have a
fish for supper? I won't be able to sleep much, on account of
watching, and may as well have a good square meal! Then I'll sit up
and you boys can go to bed."

"Where can you get a fish to-night?" demanded Jule. "Think one is
going to climb up on the deck? Ham is good enough for me right now!"

But Alex. did not abandon the idea of having a fish supper. After the
_Rambler_ had been taken a short distance up the river and anchored in
a little bay which promised protection from the rushing current,
loaded at times with driftwood and the wreck of houses and barns, the
lad again broached the subject.

"I can get the rowboat out," he insisted, "and let her down stream
with a line. Then I can fish under that bank to the east. Don't you
ever think all the river fish have moved into top flats because of the
flood! I saw one jump up just a moment ago! You boys keep a good fire
and I'll guarantee to bring the fish!"

"Go it!" Clay laughed. "I wouldn't go out in a rowboat for a dozen
fish suppers, but you seem to have the luck of the Irish on such
occasions, so get to going!"

"You'll eat the fish, all right!" Alex. taunted, "so help me get the
boat down."

The skiff was lowered from the roof of the little cabin and placed in
the water, with a great splash. It tugged and strained at the cord
which held it, and now and then received severe bumps from floating
debris, but Alex. insisted on drawing it up and jumping in. Then he
set about getting his fish for supper!

For a long time the boy fished without receiving any intimation that
there was a fish left in the river! The boat caught plenty of
driftwood, however. At times great masses of trees and timbers would
go sailing down, advancing out of the darkness into the circle of
light about the _Rambler_ as if brought to life by the presence of
mankind. Then the darkness would receive them again and the water
would run clear for a time.

The little bay where the _Rambler_ was moored was in a measure out of
the sweep of the strong current, still the water eddied and swirled
around the little rowboat in a threatening manner. Sometimes the boy
had all he could do to keep the craft from turning turtle and dumping
him into the river. The other boys, watching from the deck of the
motor boat, often called to him to draw up on the line in order to
avoid a mass of wreckage drifting that way.

The strong, high prow-light of the motor boat cast a sharp
illumination over the river for some distance up stream, revealing the
approach of dangerous wreckage, and the lone fisherman was often glad
to heed the warnings of his chums. At last, however, just as he was
playing a fish which seemed to him as large as a whale, and twice as
ferocious, he heard a call which he disregarded for a second.

"There's a roof coming down!" Clay shouted to the boy. "It is likely
to pay you a visit! Better come aboard!"

"And there's something moving on it!" Jule shouted. "It looks like a
baby!"

Alex. was busy with his line. The fish supper was almost in sight! If
he heard what was said to him he did not heed the warning, for he kept
on playing his fish, which seemed inclined to take the rowboat down
the river to the Gulf of Mexico!

The piece of roof to which the boys pointed swung around the side of
the _Rambler_ and was pulled in toward the shore by the eddy which had
drawn so many lesser objects in. Then, for the first time, Alex. saw
his danger. If the mass struck the boat it might crush it. At the very
least it would be likely to break the line with which it was attached
to the _Rambler_ and send him adrift!

The boy seized the cable and began to draw the boat up to the
_Rambler_, seeking protection under its bulk. Then he heard a cry come
from the raft, and saw a mite of a boy reaching out his hands. The
boat dropped back and the mass, edging in below the _Rambler_, struck
it full on the prow!




CHAPTER III

A WAIF FROM THE RIVER


The cable tying the rowboat to the _Rambler_ parted with a snap as the
wreckage struck the light craft, and Alex. went rocking and bobbing
down toward the Gulf of Mexico! The boys on the _Rambler_ saw him get
out an oar to secure steerway, though he was pressed on by the house
roof which had done the mischief.

It was not a flat roof, but one with two steep sides and a sharp apex.
It rode the current apex up, as if floating on a floor crossing under
the eaves. On the top of the ridge-boards, clinging on with hands and
bare heels, and shouting fit to wake the people of Cairo, the lads on
the _Rambler_ saw a half-dressed negro boy of perhaps ten or eleven
years. The more the roof bobbed on the waves the louder he yelled.

When the line snapped Clay rushed to the motors and turned on full
power. The _Rambler_ trembled as she thrust her nose against the
current, wavered, and then, answering her helm, swung around broadside
to the sweep of water, shook a mass of wreckage from her prow, as a
dog shakes off water, and edged down stream.

In a minute after the accident the powerful motor boat was chasing
Alex., the little negro boy, and the teetering roof down toward
Memphis! It was dark on the river, and the roaring of the waters made
the prospect doubly disagreeable. The current was running fast, and
that one minute of getting under way had swept the rowboat some
distance down stream. Still it was just visible under the strong prow
light.

"There's Alex.'s fish!" shouted Chase, pointing to the cowering negro
boy on the apex of the roof. "Wonder how he wants him cooked for
supper?"

"The last find Alex. made," Jule laughed, "was a bear! What will he be
finding next? S-a-a-y, you coon!" he called out, shaping his hands for
a trumpet in order to direct his voice, "don't you go to dropping off!
We'll pick you up with the motor boat," he continued, as the little
fellow began scrambling toward the water's edge.

"There he goes!" shouted Clay, as the negro boy, not heeding Jule's
directions, went clattering down the shingles and dropped into the
river. "The little fellow was afraid we would go away and leave him!
What do you think of that?" he added. "The coon is swimming like a
fish to the rowboat!"

The boy would have reached the rowboat handily if a heavy piece of
timber had not intervened. It struck him head-on as he swam, and he
went under the brown waters. Then the boys on the _Rambler_ saw Alex.
throw off his coat, take the broken line between his teeth, and dive
into the river, just missing the great timber as he went headfirst
into the flood! There was a growl and a snarl on deck, and then
Captain Joe and Teddy Bear were both in the river, swimming down
toward the swaying roof.

The bulldog, with the instinct of the intelligent canine, doubtless
recognized the peril of the situation and took to the water on an
errand of rescue, but with the bear it was different. He had been
patiently taught to bathe and play in the water with the boys, and now
he saw only a frolic ahead!

However this may be, it was the bear cub who seized the negro boy as
he came to the surface, half supported by Alex.'s arm. The little
fellow had not been rendered unconscious by the blow he had received,
and was able to sustain himself in the water as soon as he came to the
surface.

Alex. was busy hauling the boat back, or trying to, with the end of
the line in one hand, and Captain Joe swam directly to him. He knew
that if he released the line the rowboat would drift away, leaving him
and his companions to be rescued by the _Rambler_, and he had a
stubborn notion that he would like to get out of the mess without the
assistance of his chums! They would then have no opportunity to make
sly remarks about his skill as a fisherman! The fishline was wound
around his left arm, and he believed that the fish he had been playing
when the accident took place was still on the hook!

The situation was clearing, for Alex. held to the line, and boy, bear,
dog, and frightened negro boy, were doing very well in the swift
current when another mass of wreckage came sweeping down upon them. As
it came down Alex. dove under, and the negro boy started to do the
same, but just then his eyes fell on the bear, hanging to his arm, and
with a scream which only half disclosed how scared he was he scrambled
on the floating heap of brush and was swept down stream!

His round eyes were, apparently, as large as saucers and as white as
chalk as he turned to see Teddy Bear pursuing him to his place of
refuge. Familiar with the water game, the bear chased the negro boy to
the limit of the wreckage and pushed him in with his nose. By this
time Alex. was clinging to the rowboat, with Captain Joe serving as
chaperon, and the _Rambler_ was at hand, the boys on board cheering
Teddy and the negro boy as they chased around the brush heap from
which they had been pitched into the river. Although they called out
to the boy not to be afraid of the bear, his cries rose above the roar
of the waters!

Alex. and Captain Joe were picked up first, the rowboat made secure,
and then the _Rambler_ rounded the floating mass of brush and took
Teddy on board. The little fellow scrambled away from the hands
reached out to grasp him, his eyes following the figure of the bear as
it was lifted on deck.

"Fo' de Lawd's sake!" he gasped, his eyes round and white, "don' yo'
feed dis coon to dat bear! He sure done eat dis chile!"

When passed up to the deck the boy gave one look at the bear, let out
another yell of fright, and, ducking into the cabin, dodged under the
table, where he crouched on hands and knees, his eyes sticking out
like white doorknobs. The boys were too full of laugh for the time
being to try to explain matters to him.

As soon as Alex. was on deck he began unwinding the fishline from his
arm. Then he played it over the side of the boat, much to the
amusement of his chums.

"Perhaps you think I didn't catch a fish?" the lad demanded, with a
wink at Clay.

"If you didn't get a fish," laughed Clay, "it is about the only thing
you didn't bring out of the river with you! We fished out a bear, a
dog, and a baby coon with you! You surely ought to have a fish!"

And Alex. did have a fish! It was firmly hooked, and came flopping out
of the water when he drew in the line. Still under the table, with his
eyes on the bear, the rescued negro boy licked his chops when he saw
it. Clay observed the action and went to him. After a time the little
fellow was coaxed out of his hiding-place.

"That's a pet bear!" explained Clay. "He won't bite you!"

The boy seemed to want to believe the other, for the sake of the fish
supper which appeared to be coming soon, but he edged away from the
cub, all the same!

"You hungry?" asked Case, coming up.

The little fellow nodded, and Case went on.

"What's your name?"

"Abraham Lincoln Charles Sumner Horace Greeley Banks!"

The little chap repeated the names in a sing-song tone, with the air
of one who had been carefully drilled in the repetition. The boys
broke into shouts of laughter, and even Teddy Bear nosed his way
through the little group and stood gazing at the negro boy with
reproving eyes! The boy tried to dodge away, but Clay held him fast.

"Jerusalem!" Case cried, as soon as he could control his voice. "What
a name! Where did you get it, chile?"

"Mah mammy done 'stowed it on me!" was the reply.

"Well, it is too long," Clay decided, "so we'll just call you Mose! Do
you happen to be hungry, little one?" he added, with a glance at the
fish.

In answer the boy laid his hands on the region of his stomach and
grinned.

"Where do you live?" asked Alex., ringing the water out of his
clothes, which had been removed as soon as he reached the deck. "What
will your mammy say to your going off on the river? She'll wallop you,
chile, good an' plenty!"

"I done run away!" answered the boy.

"That's two to-night!" grinned Alex., preparing to dress the fish for
supper. "How many more are we likely to find before we get to the
Gulf?"

Teddy Bear, who seemed to feel that he was deserving of some attention
for having rescued Mose from instant death in the river, now came up
and brushed his soft nose over the boys' hand. Mose's eyes grew wider,
but, seeing that the bear did not offer to bite, he ventured to stroke
his head, whereat the cub sat up on his hind feet and asked to have a
boxing lesson!

"That bear is a spoiled child!" Case remarked, as Teddy began sparing.
"He is no good at all--just a clown!"

"Where did you run from?" asked Jule, anxious to know more of the
negro boy.

"San Louee," was the reply. "I done lived on th' levee!"

"From St. Louis, eh?" Clay said. "Where do you want to go?"

"I done hire out to you all," was the reply.

"Of course!" Alex. laughed. "Didn't we bring him up out of the waters?
He'll make a fine playmate for Teddy Bear!"

"If he doesn't disappear, as that other waif did," smiled Clay.

"Where do you suppose that boy went to?" asked Alex. "He never swam to
shore, that is, to the other shore, and if he had landed on the pier
when the men came on board they would certainly have seen him. I
reckon the darkness just ate him!"

"And the man who came to speak a good word for him!" Clay went on. "If
he had been the thief wanted for the Rock Island diamond and fur
robbery, he couldn't have been more mysterious. The boy said he would
be made to tell about the robbery if they found him, and this man
wanted to get him out of the way, so I guess we can put the pieces
together and patch out the truth. The man is one of the robbers and
the boy belongs to him!"

"If I had the Sherlock genius you toss out so easily," Jule cut in,
"I'd put it in a book. Why should the robber come to us to speak a
good word for the boy? He ought to have known that we'd see through
the game."

"He may not be the robber at all," Case observed. "There was some
mystery connected with the two, and that's all we know about it! The
man is gone, and the boy is gone, and they are probably drowned, so we
may as well count the story closed."

"I'll go you a dinner at the Bismark, as soon as we get back to
Chicago," Clay insisted, "that we find both the man and the boy before
we get down to the Gulf!"

"You're in for the dinners, then!" Case exclaimed. "And now," he went
on, "what are we going to do to-night? Are we going on down the river,
or are we going to get into some cozy little slip and anchor for the
second time?"

"I'm no good Solomon on an empty stomach," laughed Clay. "Wait until
Alex. has his fish supper served! You want some, too, don't you Mose?"
he added, turning to the little fellow, who stood gazing from the bear
to the fish, now ready for the pan.

"I's done gone empty cl'ar to mah toes!" was Mose's reply.

After the fish had been eaten Mose was put to bed in one of the bunks,
and the boys decided to go on down the river. They wanted to get away
from any such entanglement as had been suggested by the visit of the
officers and the search of the motor boat.

They made a long distance with little trouble, as they were going with
the driftwood, and at daylight tied up in a small bayou, at the end of
which a deserted old house stood lowering down upon the flood with a
touch of mystery in the broken windows and overhanging eaves!




CHAPTER IV

TWO BOYS GET A TUMBLE


"I'd give a cent to know just where we are!" Jule declared, as he
stood on the deck of the _Rambler_, waiting for Case's call to
breakfast, the advance odors of which were creeping out of the cabin,
where Mose and Teddy Bear lay on a rug together, evidently the very
best of friends!

"Give me the coin, then," Alex. exclaimed. "We are about ten or
fifteen miles below Hickman, Kentucky, and we are on the Missouri
side; and there's a loop of river which runs north a long way and
comes back again. Some day the Mississippi will cut through the neck
of land, and then there'll be another large island, with houses set
back from the river a long distance! Give me the cent!"

Jule gravely passed the coin over to Alex., who as gravely pocketed
it, and drew Jule to a seat beside himself on the gunwale of the boat.
Captain Joe came up to the boys as they sat there and wagged his tail,
his nose pointing toward the deserted old house at the end of the
bayou.

"Do you see what the bulldog wants?" Alex. asked, in a moment.

"He wants a run on shore," replied Jule. "He wants to get off the boat
and do stunts on the grass. I'm with him in that, too!"

"He's pointing to the old house!" Alex. suggested, with a grin.

"Good idea!" winked Jule. "Suppose we go over to the ranch and see
what sort of a place it is? We'll just sneak off after breakfast and
be back in an hour."

"Right," agreed Alex. "We may find a buried treasure! Or plunder from
the Rock Island warehouse may be hidden in some dusty attic! What?
That sounds like a story of John Paul Jones, out of a book!"

"I reckon all we'll find will be rats," the practical Jule replied.
"But I like to ramble over old houses. It evidently used to stand on
the bank of the river, but some washout left it back so far that it
was deserted. It looks like there might be ghosts hiding in it right
now! Do you hear anything?" the boy added, as he bent his ear toward
the neglected mansion, sinking to decay now for many a long year. "Do
you hear anything that sounds uncanny? I thought I heard a ghost
call!"

"I half believe you mean it!" laughed Alex. "I believe you really
think you hear something ghostly! If I were rich once for every ghost
there is in the world, I wouldn't have a cent to my name! What does
this ghost call sound like?" added the boy.

"It sounded like a long, low call for help!" was the reply. "I believe
all the calls from deserted houses are long and low, what?"

"Right you are!" Alex. answered. "Say, what's the matter of taking
Captain Joe with us when we go to the house? If there's a ghost behind
the casings, he'll be certain to find and bring it out to us!"

"Then I'm strong for Captain Joe!" cried Jule. "We'll bring the
perturbed spirit on board and put it with our collection of animals!
And there's the breakfast call, at last!" he continued, whereat both
boys rushed into the cabin.

Clay, who had been tinkering around the motors for half an hour,
entered the cabin before breakfast was over, his face looking
troubled, his clothing smeared with grease.

"I have an idea that we'll stop here a few days until some one goes to
one of the towns hereabouts and brings back some bolts," he said. "The
motors are out of whack, and ought not to be operated in the shape
they are in."

"I'll go back to Hickman in the rowboat," declared Case. "I have a
notion that I'd like to see the town."

"And row against that current?" asked Alex. "I see you doing it!"

"You couldn't do it in a thousand years!" Jule observed.

"Well," Case went on, looking at his map of the river, "there's New
Madrid, on the Missouri side. I might walk up there and back in a
day."

"Up there?" laughed Alex., looking over Case's shoulder. "Why do you
say up there? New Madrid is north from here, all right, but it is down
stream, for all that!"

"Well, walk down there, then!" Case replied. "I want to learn
something about that robbery anyway, and there may be news of it;
besides, a walk along the river will be a sort of a picnic. It isn't
more than ten or twelve miles to the town."

"Then you'd better arrange to return to-morrow," Clay advised. "You
are not used to such long walks. We are in no hurry to go on, for we
have all the time there is until this time next year!"

So it was finally arranged that Case should walk down to New Madrid
and get the needed repairs for the motors, while the others looked
over the country which lay about them. When Alex. suggested the visit
to the deserted house, Clay was anxious to become one of the party. He
said he had had the same idea in his mind ever since seeing the old
place.

"After Case goes," Jule suggested, "that would leave only Mose and
Teddy Bear on board the _Rambler_. I don't believe it is safe to leave
her alone."

"Of course it isn't," Clay admitted, "so I'll remain here to-day and
visit the old building to-morrow. Then you two boys can remain at
home."

Everything being satisfactorily arranged, Alex. and Jule started away
up the bayou in the rowboat. The old basin was full of water, and so
there was little current, which made it easy rowing. In half an hour
they were at the foot of an old pier, slanting over on weak legs like
a tipsy man. It was plain that the landing had not been used for
commercial purposes for a long time.

The boys fastened the boat and ran briskly up the rotting footway
which led to the enclosure in which the old house stood. There was a
wilderness of trees and shrubs in the enclosure, and the walks, which
had evidently once been carefully tended, were now overgrown with
weeds and long grass. Lizards darted out of unseen places and sped
away as the boys advanced along a broken walk which led to the front
door of the mansion.

At the very threshold the boys paused, listening. The ragged blinds
were flapping in the breeze, and the trees which rimmed the enclosure
rustled and creaked in a most uncanny way, but these sounds were not
the ones which brought the adventurous boys to a halt.

The noise they heard sounded like the tones of a violin, coming from a
great distance. The notes, faint, sweet, perplexing, rose and fell on
the wind, now lifting into a weird song, now dropping to the softest
melody!

"There's some one here, after all!" Jule suggested, though there was a
question in the way the words were spoken. "Some one lives here? What
do you think?"

Alex. pointed to the broken door which opened into the disordered
hall, to the window blinds, beating the casings at the will of the
wind, and at the long grass and weeds growing between the planks and
stones of the walks.

"I don't believe any one lives here!" he insisted.

"Then what is it making the music?" demanded Jule. "If that isn't some
one playing the violin you may eat my head for a cabbage!"

They listened again. The sounds stopped directly, then there came a
banging of doors and a rustle, as if some one in trailing clothes was
being dragged through the hall. Then a shriek which appeared to come
from directly under the feet of the boys cut the air, lifting into a
terrifying yell at the end. The lads involuntarily started back down
the path, but both stopped and faced the house again.

"I'm not going away without knowing more about it!" Alex. declared.

"That's the way I look at it!" grinned Jule. "We can't turn tail and
run like a couple of cowards. I wish we had brought Captain Joe along
with us!"

"Clay wanted him for company," Alex. explained. "Joe looked like his
heart was broken when we came off without him! I'll bet he runs away
and comes after us!"

Seeing that their automatic revolvers were in working order, the boys
walked back up the broken walk, mounted the steps, and passed into the
ancient hallway of the mansion. All was ruin and decay there. The
floor was broken out in places, and there were marks of an axe on the
casings of the door and on the narrow windows beside it.

The stairway leading to the rooms above was broken, too, some of the
steps being gone entirely. The lads stopped at the foot of the steps
for an instant to gaze upward and then turned into a lofty room on the
left. This must have been the parlor, and the apartment beyond it must
have been the library.

The furniture, which had once been valuable, was broken into bits, and
a charred spot on the floor showed where a fire had been kindled. The
rooms on that floor were all desolate and dismantled, and the boys
soon turned their attention to those above the ruined staircase.

Scarcely had they gained the head of the stairs when the music began
again. It seemed to come down the wide hallway which ran nearly
through the house parallel with the front.

"We're getting nearer to the band!" Jule whispered.

There was such a hush over the place, such a weird, uncanny
atmosphere, that, somehow, the boys did not feel like being
loud-voiced or boisterous.

"We'll be running into a reception committee next!" Alex. returned.

The music continued for a few seconds, then ended in a repetition of
the dragging, rustling sound and the shriek which had been heard
before. This time the noise indicating physical motion appeared to
come from the very hallway where the boys were standing!

Alex. and Jule continued on through the hall until they came to a
partition which shut off the north end of it. There was a door in this
partition, but it was locked. At first all the efforts of the lads
failed to budge it.

"There's one part of the ranch that hasn't rotted away," Alex.
observed, as red-faced and perspiring, he paused in his attack on the
door.

"That shows there's some one taking care of it," Jule decided.
"Suppose we try the door once more? It ought to give way before our
weight."

They both threw their shoulders against the upper panels and they
dropped back, revealing a small room which had the appearance of
having recently been occupied. There was a wide fireplace at the back
of the room, which was at the end of the house, and a chair standing
near the hearth was softly cushioned. There was a window on each side
of the fireplace, but the curtains were drawn so all the details of
the apartment were not visible. The boys drew back for an instant.

"We're breaking into some one's house!" Jule whispered.

"I guess that's right!" Alex. returned. "What ought we to do now?"

"Keep right on until we get at the solution of the mystery," Jule
answered. "It may be that we shall find a maiden in distress, and----"

The boy stopped in the midst of his light-hearted speech and looked
again through the broken panels of the door at the end of the hall.
What he saw was a side door opening.

As the door swung back an old man, white haired and walking with a
stout cane, came into the room and sat down in the chair by the
hearth. Then, without glancing toward the broken panels and the boys
beyond, he spoke:

"The door is not fastened, boys. You are welcome to enter."

The boys entered, feeling ashamed and half afraid, and the old man
pointed to two chairs by the hearth which had not been seen through
the broken door.

"Sit down!" he said, almost with an air of command, "and tell me why
you are here."

The boys sank down into the chairs; then there came a sharp click, and
they felt themselves falling through the floor!




CHAPTER V

A NEW CAPTAIN ON BOARD


Clay continued his work on the motors for a long time after the
departure of Alex. and Jule. It was impossible to make them work with
safety without the repairs Case had gone after, but the boy decided
that the present would be a fine time to clean them.

While he worked, polishing and oiling, Mose and Teddy came out of the
cabin arm-in-arm! At least the little negro boy had one arm around the
cub's neck!

"You've got over your scare, eh?" Clay laughed, as the two came to his
side.

"Ah sure tu'n white las' night!" Mose declared, rolling his eyes until
they looked like white billiard balls. "Ah's so scared!"

"You are black enough this morning," Clay suggested. "Where did you
come from?"

"Ah done come f'm San Louee," was the reply. "Ah lib on de levee."

"Did you run away from St. Louis?" asked Clay. "Did you come all the
way from the levee on the roof Alex. fished you off from?"

Mose, still playing with the cub, explained that he had sneaked on
board a steamer at St. Louis, but had been put ashore at a landing
above Cairo by the mate. Then, so great had been his desire to get
farther south for the winter, he had taken a drifting boat and pushed
out into the swollen stream.

The boat had been crushed in a mass of wreckage, but the boy had
managed to crawl up on the floating roof where he had been found. The
mammy he had spoken of as having been so liberal with him in the
bestowal of names was an old colored lady who had given him a place to
sleep on cold nights and occasionally fed him when he was hungry. He
knew nothing of his parents or any relatives. He was just a levee
waif.

After a time Clay went to the cabin and lay on his bunk, which let
down from the ceiling, being usually drawn up during the daytime. The
motors were still under process of cleaning, and various parts lay
scattered about.

Presently the boy heard a great racket on deck. Captain Joe's deep
voice came in threatening growls, and Mose and Teddy scampered into
the cabin. Clay sprang to his feet and made for the deck, not doubting
that Alex. and Jule had returned and were up to some mischief. Before
he reached the door he heard the sound of a heavy blow.

He could see no one through the doorway, which Mose had left open,
although most of the deck was in sight, yet the blow he had heard
warned him that something out of the ordinary was taking place. He
stepped back to a shelf for his revolver.

He knew that during floods bands of outlaws frequented the river in
quest of plunder, and it was his first impression that one of these
had discovered the motor boat and was trying to board her. He wondered
at the silence of the dog.

As the boy reached for his weapon, a gruff voice from the cabin
doorway commanded him to face about and hold up his hands.

"And hold 'em up empty, too!" the gruff voice said.

There was nothing for Clay to do but to obey. It was with an effort,
however, that he kept his arms extended. The leering eyes of the man
with the face of a fox who stood before him with a revolver pushed
almost into his face caused such hot surges of rage to fill the boy's
brain that he came near facing the peril and springing upon the
outlaw.

Mose, levee bred and wise to the unlawful purpose of the intruder,
moved stealthily toward the shelf where Clay's revolver lay, in plain
sight. In another second it would have been in the little fellow's
hand, with what result Clay could not imagine, but the outlaw saw the
movement and edged forward, still keeping the revolver leveled at
Clay, much to the latter's disgust.

"Here, you coon!" the man shouted, "get over in that corner and stay
there! Move, or I'll give you a lift!"

The brute gave Mose a savage kick in the side as he spoke. It was one
thing for Clay to be placed in a humiliating position, to be
threatened with a gun, but it was quite another for him to stand
inactive and see a boy brutally treated! Disregarding all his thoughts
of the uselessness of the move, the boy sprang at the outlaw.

Although only a boy, Clay was muscular and in training. The man he had
attacked was stronger and heavier than the lad, but he was slower of
movement, and the result of the conflict might have been a victory for
Clay if the two had been permitted to continue the struggle
unmolested.

While the meager furniture of the little cabin was being broken and
tossed hither and yon by the combatants, while Teddy was jumping
about, eager to get hold of one of the fighters--as he had been taught
to do when the boys were wrestling--and while Mose was doing his best
to get over to the shelf where the revolver lay, there came a quick
jar on deck, a jar caused by the bunting of a boat against the hull of
the _Rambler_, and then hurrying footsteps on the forward deck.

Clay fought all the harder when the sounds reached his ears, for he
was sure that Alex. and Jule had returned, and that short work would
now be made of the intruder. He was gradually securing a hold on his
enemy which would have ended the battle when he was seized and
lifted--by a giant, it seemed to him--clear of the cabin deck and held
there while the outlaw slowly regained his feet and picked up his
weapon.

Clay saw that it was the other side that had received the
reinforcements, and motioned to Mose to remain quiet and keep out of
sight. He feared that further activity on the part of the negro boy
would add to his punishment.

After catching his breath, the outlaw with whom Clay had been
struggling lifted a pair of bloodshot eyes to Clay's face and sprang
at him, his huge fists clenched until the knuckles showed hard and
white.

"You bum!" he shouted, lunging at the lad, "I'll give you some of your
own medicine! What do you mean by striking me?"

The blow would have landed squarely in the boy's face, but the man who
had picked him off the outlaw warded it off with a fist like a ham,
and set the boy behind the great bulk of his own person. Clay was
encouraged by this defense, and began hoping that he had found a
friend instead of another enemy.

But this hope was soon shattered, for the newcomer produced a hard
cord, which had evidently once been used as a fishline, and coolly
proceeded to tie the boy's wrists. This task completed to his
satisfaction, he pushed the boy over on his bunk and tossed Mose on
top of him.

"There!" he cried. "You keep quiet, or I'll turn Sam loose on you!
And, Sam, if you molest the boy again I'll settle with you for it. I
take it he had a right to fight for his boat! And the little coon! You
keep your hands off him, too!"

The man called Sam flashed an ugly look out of his foxy, inflamed eyes
and went out on deck. In a moment he was seen in the doorway again,
dragging Captain Joe after him.

"Shall I pitch the dog overboard?" he asked, in a surly tone. "He took
a piece out of my leg and I gave him a rap on the head. He's knocked
out!"

Clay sat up on the bunk and glared at the man, who was still holding
the bulldog by the collar. At that moment, whatever the consequences,
the fellow's life would not have been worth a farthing if the boy had
had a gun!

"Don't let him kill the dog!" Clay said, appealing to the giant. "He's
a good fellow, that dog! Of course he bit that robber! He wouldn't
have been a good dog if he hadn't. Take what you want on the boat, but
let the dog live."

The giant, who was at least six foot six inches in height and large in
proportion, looked Captain Joe over after the manner of one acquainted
with dogs while Clay awaited his decision anxiously.

"The kid is right," he finally declared. "This is a good dog, and
we'll keep him with us. Took a piece out of your leg, did he?"

The big fellow placed his hands on his mammoth hips, threw back his
head until his hairy throat rose like a sturdy column of strength, and
poured forth such a torrent of laughter that Teddy came out of the
cabin to see what new sport was being prepared for his amusement. Sam
struck at the cub, but the other pushed him away before he had done
any mischief.

"That's a good one!" roared the giant. "Took a piece out of your leg,
did he? If he ain't pizened, and lives after that, I'll keep him.
There's a heap of pizen snakes down my way that need looking after.
Took a piece out of your leg! That's too good for anything! Ho! Ho!
Ho! Took a piece out of your leg!"

"I hope he'll some day take a piece out of that throat of yours!"
roared Sam.

"No doubt, no doubt!" replied the giant. "He may be a doin' of it when
the hangman is busy puttin' a new hemp tie about that weazen of yours!
Now let the kids and the dog and bear alone, and help work the boat
out into the current. We've got to be getting out of this!"

"You'll have to put the motors together before you move her," Sam
replied.

The giant looked thoughtfully at the scattered fragments, then at
Clay, still in the bunk, and scratched a thatch of red hair which
looked like a hayrick.

"It seems to need puttin' together," he said, beckoning to Clay.

Then the boy saw that it was the intention of the outlaws to take
possession of the _Rambler_ and shift her down stream before any of
the boys returned. He thought of Alex. and Jule, marooned on that
desolate point of land where the old house stood, of Case, trudging
back from New Madrid with the repairs to find the boat gone!

He glanced about hopelessly, searching the shores of the bayou on the
faint chance of seeing Alex. and Jule returning. Captain Joe was now
regaining consciousness in the cabin, and Teddy was trying to interest
him in a boxing match! Mose sat in a corner motionless, except that
his eyes rolled about in anger or panic, the boy could not determine
which.

"Well, get the engines together!" ordered the giant.

"There are parts missing," Clay answered. "One of the boys has gone to
New Madrid for repairs. She won't run a foot without them."

Sam and the giant conversed together for a moment, and then the former
called out to Mose, emphasizing his words with a threatening gesture:

"Here, coon!" he shouted. "Can you swim?"

"Ah sho' can," was the reply.

"Then jump ashore and take this dog with you. If I ever see either of
you again I'll take your hides off!"

"It would improve matters to hold 'em under a while!" he added,
angrily.

"I won't have it," the giant returned. "No murder for me!"

"You'll see what'll come of lettin' 'em go!" Sam warned.

"Git!" ordered the big fellow, in a not unkind tone, and Mose, nothing
loth, gathered the dog in his arms and leaped into the bayou.

Clay almost held his breath for a moment, until he saw that the cold
water had revived the dog, and that he was swimming. Then his
attention was attracted to the outlaws, who were, with pole and oar,
edging the _Rambler_ out into the river.

He believed that the boat would be wrecked the moment it, helpless,
struck the mass of floodwood sweeping down. Presently he felt the push
of the current, and the boat went whirling down stream, tipping from
side to side as she spun around, helpless in the current.

Then a great tree struck the stern and half capsized her. The end
seemed at hand.




CHAPTER VI

CAPTAIN JOE MAKES A HIT


While the _Rambler_, in charge of reckless river pirates, was swinging
down with the current, threatening to capsize every instant, Alex. and
Jule sat flat on a rotten, yielding floor somewhere in the interior of
the deserted house, feeling tenderly over their limbs to see if they
had received severe injuries during the fall from the room where they
had been so inhospitably welcomed by the aged man.

The boys had not fallen far. In fact, it seemed to them that they had
only slid down a gentle incline to the story below. A hatch in the
floor in front of the hearth had been dropped back, and their chairs
had slid into a chute which seemed, from its smoothness, to be in
frequent use.

For a minute the boys were alarmed, excited, angry, then the humor of
their sudden removal from the apartment above appealed to them. Alex.
was first to speak.

"Vot iss?" he exclaimed. "This must be a page of a comic section in
one of the Chicago newspapers. How many legs and arms have you
broken?"

"Not a one!" answered Jule. "What kind of hospital treatment do you
require?"

"If I felt any better," laughed Alex., "I wouldn't know what to take
for it."

It was dark as pitch where the boys were, and they felt about until
their hands touched. The personal contact gave them new courage.

"What do you make of it?" asked Jule. "This doesn't look good to me!"

"We've simply butted in on some other fellow's game," Alex. replied.
"We seem to have visited a crank who thinks it best to be prepared in
advance for unwelcome guests."

"A moonshiner or a river pirate!" Jule suggested.

"That's about it!" Alex. answered. "We've interrupted the industry of
a set of illicit whisky makers or warehouse thieves. The valley is
said to swarm with bandits whenever the river is out of its banks.
Now, the question is how are we going to get out and back to the
_Rambler_?"

They did not know that at that moment Clay and the motor boat were in
a situation far more serious than that in which they now found
themselves!

"I wish it wasn't so dark here!" Jule whispered.

"Why the soft pedal?" asked Alex. "We've got a right to talk as loudly
as we like, I take it, being alone in a dark old donjon keep!"

"There's some one in the room with us!" Jule explained, in a whisper
which barely reached his chum's ears, so faint it was. "I hear him
breathing."

"Hello!" Alex. called out, then. "Hello! Come on out an' be a good
fellow!"

There was no answer, and then Alex., reaching into a capacious pocket,
brought out a small electric torch and pushed the button. On board the
_Rambler_ or on shore, it was a rule of the boys never to move about
without an electric torch and an automatic revolver ready for use.

When the light flashed out, its round circle showed only a room twenty
feet square in size, with bare discolored walls. Plastering hung to
broken lath, so they knew that they were on the ground floor of the
deserted house, and not in the cellar. The floor was worn, and the
rough boards which half protected the broken windows showed signs of
having been long in position. There was no furniture at all in the
place.

"Looks like we might rip off a board and walk out," Jule said, still
speaking in a very low tone of voice.

"Don't you ever think we're not watched!" Alex. hastened to say. "I
don't know but I made a mistake in showing this light."

"There's only one way to discover whether we are watched or not," said
the other, "and that is to try to get away. I'm going after that
window."

As Jule spoke he moved toward a window which seemed to open on the
bayou, as a gleam of water could be seen through the cracks in the
window-guard. The instant his hand touched a crumbling board a voice
came out of the darkness.

"I wouldn't do that, boys!"

That was all. Jule stopped at the uncanny interruption with a hand
suspended in air, and Alex. quickly flashed his light in the direction
from which the sound had come.

There was no one in sight. Rats or other creeping, crawling, things
seemed to be working in the disreputable walls, for there was a
continuous scratching noise, but there were no other sounds. Alex.
shut off the light and sat down on the floor again.

"I guess it is no use!" he said. "We'll have to surrender!"

"There will always be someone here to see that you don't get away!"
said the voice. "If you make any trouble, you won't get anything to
eat! Now, be good!"

"You can keep me as gentle as a lamb by feeding me right!" Alex. said,
with a chuckle which was rather forced. "Why don't you show up?"

"You'll see me soon enough," the voice went on. "In the meantime,
don't show that electric light again, and if you have any weapons lay
them on the floor in this corner."

"I haven't any," lied Alex. "I brought the light instead."

As he spoke the boy nudged Jule, and he, understanding, slid his
revolver along the floor in the direction of the voice. It struck
against the wall with a metallic thud.

"That's right!" the voice in the darkness said. "Now, you with the
light, send it over here. I might want to use it!"

Alex. slid his torch along the floor. In its progress the button was
pressed and a round illumination sprang up on the wall. Almost in the
center of this they saw the white hair and beard of the old man who
had invited them into the room above!

The boys sat for a long time in serious thought after that, well
knowing that every word uttered would be heard by their guardian.
Alex. was more than hopeful in his views of the situation.

"If these fellows were professionals," he mused, "they wouldn't take
any chances on us not having more weapons and more lights. They would
make sure by searching us! I don't believe they ever took a prisoner
before, or that they are very anxious about keeping us. I guess we
just butted in where we're not wanted, and they'll let us go after a
time. Anyway, they're easy!"

Directly loud noises were heard in the old house, and the insecure
walls shook under heavy burdens. It seemed to the listening lads that
huge boxes and barrels were being transferred from one room to
another.

There were excited voices, too, although no words could be understood.
It seemed to the two prisoners that the old mansion was being
deserted, and their impression was that the thieves were removing
their plunder because their hiding-place had been intruded upon. In
that case, they thought, they might soon be released.

After what seemed a whole day, food was pushed into the room, and the
boys ate heartily of the fresh pork sausages, corn pones, and sweet
potatoes given them.

"You're all right on the feed!" Alex. called back in the direction of
the corner where for an instant the old man had been seen.

There was no answer, but, somehow, the boys were convinced that there
was some one there in the room with them. It does not always require
the eyes, or the hands, or the ears, or the sense of smell, to show
one that others are close by.

There is a tingling of the nerves which warns of the presence of
hostile elements, and this it was which showed the prisoners that they
were still under guard.

That was a long afternoon. For the most part there were no sounds in
the old house; still, now and then, there came the jar of heavy
burdens on the floors, and the sharp and angry voices of men, speaking
in a tongue the boys did not understand.

When the cracks in the boards at the windows began to darken, they
knew that night was falling. They thought of the comfortable cabin of
the _Rambler_, and of the companionship of the other boys with spasms
of anger and regret. As the darkness became more complete outside,
they arose and walked up and down the floor of their little room.

"Say, Mister!" Alex. called out to their invisible guard, directly,
"how many acts are there in this drama? When do the persecuted
c-h-e-i-l-d-s return to their agonized and heart-broken parents?"

"I'm as weary of it as you are!" was the remarkable answer, still in
that calm voice they had heard before.

"Then why don't you cut it out?" asked Jule.

"There are men in the party who advise that," was the significant
answer. "They are at present discussing your fate. Many declare that
it is not wise to permit you to leave the place! I'm sorry for you,
but you had no right to snoop in here!"

"Next time," Alex. replied, "you hoist a piracy flag, and we'll keep
away."

"When will this strategy board you refer to make a report?" asked
Jule.

"I may receive orders at any moment," was the answer.

Silence followed. There were crunchings and chatterings, in the walls
where rodents were busy making nests, but no sound of human action. In
the long wait the boys heard a low, inquisitive sniff!

Alex. drew Jule's head over to him and whispered in his ear:

"That's Captain Joe, for a dollar and a half!"

"You're on!" Jule responded. "I'll be glad to lose the bet at that,
too!"

"I guess I know that inquisitive snort!" Alex. went on. "Besides, I
told you that the dog would find some way to get to us!"

"Aw, Clay sent him!" declared Jule. "He never found his way here
alone."

"The boys may be with him," Alex. suggested, as the sound came again.
"I hope he won't make enough noise to disturb his nibs, over in the
corner. Good old dog!"

After a time they heard the patter of the dog's feet, and then the
guard whistled softly, as if attempting to make friends with whatever
animal was approaching.

"Come here, you foolish dog!" he said. "Why don't you come in out of
the dark?"

The pat-pat of the dog's soft feet came nearer, and the guard spoke
again:

"How the Old Harry did you get in here?" he demanded. "Whose dog are
you, anyway?"

The dog growled and there came a flash of light. The guard, becoming
afraid of this thing which had found its way into a room supposed to
be secure from intrusion, and had switched on the electric.

The light revealed the two prisoners, grouped together in the middle
of the room, the old man, standing with weapon extended and with
staring eyes, Captain Joe all ready for a spring, an open window, and,
lastly, the black face of Mose overlooking the scene with eyes which
seemed too large for his head!

"Get him, Joe!" cried both boys in unison.

The light dropped as the dog leaped, and a revolver clattered to the
floor. Alex. had hold of the dog in an instant, his other hand
reaching for the rolling flashlight.

"Don't eat him up, Joe!" the boy said, tearing the dog away from the
fallen man. Captain Joe fell away with a sullen growl.

"The brute has bitten my arm!" the old man moaned.

"If you remain quiet," Alex. said, "you won't have any more wounds to
complain of. We'll just tie you up and get out! After we are gone some
one will come and let you out. What sort of a place is this, anyway?"

The old man groaned and made no reply, so the boys secured him and
crept out of the window into the darkness.




CHAPTER VII

SEARCHING FOR THE _RAMBLER_


Case found the walking fairly good and reached New Madrid shortly
before noon, having started about 8 o'clock. He procured the supplies
for which he had been sent and then sought the hotel and partook of an
excellent dinner.

"Now," he thought, "shall I walk back to the _Rambler_ to-night, or
shall I remain here and look over the town?"

The question was soon decided, for all there was of the town could be
seen in a very short time. At 1 o'clock he started back to the motor
boat. At 5 o'clock, just as the sun was setting, he came to the bayou
where the _Rambler_ had been anchored.

There was no boat there. The night was falling fast, and the bayou and
the river were dimly seen through a slight mist. The boy stood on the
bank of the bayou for a long time, studying the situation.

"There's something wrong!" he decided. "The motors could never have
been forced into motion with the parts missing! The boys would never
attempt to drift down, for the river is still filled with drifting
timbers and wrecks of houses and barns.

"And even if they should have decided to change locations,
notwithstanding the peril of the undertaking, they would never have
gone away without leaving some one here to notify me of the new
position!"

Passing on up the bank of the bayou, searching for some sign in the
darkness, Case finally came upon the rowboat which Alex. and Jule had
left half concealed in a tangle of bushes in a little bay. Before him,
then, lay the old house, dim in the night. He had heard the boys talk
of visiting the place, and at once concluded that they were there.

He looked over the structure for lights, but saw none. Then he
listened, catching in time the sounds which the two boys had noted. He
crouched down in a patch of shrubbery and waited, listening for some
indication of the presence of his chums.

Directly he heard a shrill scream of fright, then the bushes between
his hiding-place and the house were shaken violently, and a small
figure darted out, running at top speed and sending a scream into the
night at every jump!

"If that isn't Mose," Case thought, "then there are two young negroes
with most extraordinary calliope possibilities! He runs like the Old
Scratch was after him, and has plenty of wind left to tell how scared
he is!" he added.

The small figure came smashing through the shrubbery and finally
landed in the thicket where Case had secreted himself. Here he
stumbled over a trailing vine and fell forward on his face. Before he
could regain his feet Case had him by the arm.

"Mose!" he said. "Keep quiet! You'll have all the pirates in the state
steering in this direction! What is the matter?"

"Fo' de Lawd's sake leave dis nigger go!" wailed Mose. "Dar's ghostes
in dat ol' house, an' dey's got de boys!"

"Are the boys in there?" demanded Case, giving the frightened lad a
gentle shake to bring him back to his senses. "Where is the
_Rambler_?"

"Ah don' know!" gasped the little negro. "Piruts don' got de boat, an'
dem ghostes don' 'pear fo' dis nigger!"

"If you don't brace up and tell me what's going on," Case declared,
"I'll throw you in the river. Where are the boys?"

Before Mose could reply Captain Joe came dashing through the bushes.
He stopped by Case's side and lay down, trembling with excitement.

"If the dog could talk he would tell me what's going on," Case said,
reprovingly, to the negro. "Where have you two been?"

Mose, evidently encouraged by the presence of the dog, told haltingly
of the attack on the _Rambler_ that morning, of his being thrown
overboard, with the dog, of his day of wandering, hungry and afraid,
about the old place, and of Captain Joe following the tracks of the
boys to the entrance to the house.

He said that he had lain in hiding, afraid to enter, and had kept the
dog quiet until it began to get dark, when he had followed Captain Joe
to a window from which the sound of voices had issued. The dog had
leaped in, after he had pulled away the rotten board, he said, and
there he had seen Alex. and Jule, enveloped in a ghostly light, with a
white ghost struggling with the dog!

The story was told with many sidelong glances at the shadows which lay
heavy on the landscape, for a moon was now struggling through drifting
banks of clouds.

As the boy concluded his story, often delayed by his fright, another
commotion came from the grounds nearer the old house. Lights flashed
from the windows and pistol shots were heard. Getting one sniff of the
acrid smell of powder, Mose leaped to his feet and bounded away again.
Captain Joe lifted his nose, wrinkled it in derision, and rose to meet
two figures which were pounding down the broken walk toward the bayou.

"Alex.! Jule!" called Case. "What's doing?"

"Get a move on!" panted Alex. "Get to the boat! Where did that little
coon go?"

"He must be somewhere near the Rocky Mountains by this time," Case
replied, falling into the fast pace set by the other boys.

Very soon there were sounds of running feet behind them, and the lads
redoubled their efforts to reach the boat before any one else could
get to it. Now and then a bullet cut the air close to their ears, but
they were not struck.

When they came to the edge of the bayou, Mose had the boat out a rod
from shore, and was doing his best to row it across with one oar. The
boys did not wait for him to return to the bank, but plunged into the
water and waded and swam out, Alex., the last one in, giving the craft
a vigorous shove as he crawled over the stern.

Without loss of a minute's time Alex. and Case took the oars and Jule
seized the helm. They were soon proceeding down the bayou at a rapid
rate of speed, but, fast as they were going, others were moving faster
along the bank.

"Come back or we'll fill you full of air holes!" shouted one of the
pursuers.

The boys might have been forced to return to the shore only for the
fact that at that moment the moon's face was hidden by a mass of
clouds. Taking advantage of this, and sitting as low in the boat as
possible in order to avoid the bullets which were coming in their
direction, the boys made for the mouth of the blind channel, and soon
felt the push of the current of the Mississippi.

Before long the sounds of pursuit died out. The old mansion, which
stood on the point of land between the river and the bayou, was now in
darkness. When the moon came out again it stood silent and solitary in
its neglected enclosure. It seemed to the lads that everything that
had taken place there must be a dream!

"Now where?" Jule asked, as the boat passed a bend and the house was
no longer in sight. "Do we know where we are going, any of us?"

"Where is the _Rambler_?" demanded Alex. "We ought to have reached it
long ago."

Then, briefly, Case repeated the story told by Mose of the capture of
the motor boat. There was silence for a moment, for the boys
recognized the seriousness of the situation.

There was little doubt in their minds that the _Rambler_ would be
wrecked. No boat could drift down that surging river, cluttered with
driftwood as it was, without meeting with disaster. And Clay was on
board, bound, and helpless in case the worst happened!

"So that is how Mose and Captain Joe happened to come to the rescue,"
Alex. said. "The pirate threw them off the _Rambler_! Well, he did a
good job when he did it, anyway! But how that coon did run when we
made for the window he had opened!"

Mose, nestled in the bottom of the boat, stroking Captain Joe's wet
head, grinned and declared that the boys had looked like ghosts.

"It is a wonder the boy and the dog were not discovered in the
grounds!" Jule remarked. "I don't see how they came to keep out of
sight!"

"I can tell you!" Case put in. "Mose was so afraid that the pirates
would come and get him that he lay in the bushes with his face in the
dead leaves! Is that right, Mose?" he asked.

Mose had to admit that he was "sho' scared white," and Captain Joe
tried to explain, in perfectly good dog talk, that he wasn't
frightened a bit, but only lay by Mose to help keep his courage up!

"Well, boys," Alex. said in a moment, "we've got to study out some
plan to get to Clay. We can't dodge the issue by talking of something
else. What shall we do?"

"I'm for going on down the river," Alex. continued. "The pirates can't
run the _Rambler_ up stream, and so we must find her if we keep on
going."

"But she has nearly ten hours the start of us," urged Jule.

"I don't think they will go far, as it is risky drifting a boat down
now. They will probably go far enough to get out of the zone of
pursuit and then tie up, if the boat isn't wrecked before that," he
added, gravely.

"That's good judgment!" Case declared.

"We're lucky if we don't get wrecked ourselves," Jule declared,
swinging the boat about to avoid a mass of wreckage which lay before
her. "When we come to the bend just ahead we're likely to be pushed
over to the other shore. See how the current sets that way? We'll have
to go some to beat it!"

The current was indeed swift and treacherous. It swept toward the east
shore with almost resistless force, and the rowboat was like an
eggshell in its grasp.

"Look out for the log ahead!" cried Jule, as the boat swirled around.

But there was more than one log ahead. It seemed that a whole drive of
logs, or timbers, had been caught by the flood and whirled down
stream. The boys backed water, and Jule did all he could to keep out
of the mass, but the current was remorseless.

The boat struck a great timber and the force of the shock and the
cracking sound which followed told of an injury to the craft. Mose
stood up in the boat, for water was now coming in!

"This seems to be our good-luck night!" Case grumbled, in a sarcastic
tone, as the boat lurched against a great log and came near tipping
over.

"There's a raft ahead, anyway!" shouted Jule. "We can ride down on
that!"

"Until it takes a notion to dump us into the drink!" complained Case.

The boat filled fast, and Captain Joe mounted the prow and looked
longingly toward the bobbing timber raft just ahead. From the raft he
looked back to the boys.

"I reckon the dog has more sense than we have!" Alex. exclaimed.
"We'll have to take to the raft, all right, so here goes."

"Wait for a bit of light!" urged Case. "The moon will be out in a
second."

In the darkness which followed the boys could feel the water rising in
the boat. The current was pressing the craft down against the timber
raft, and the creaking of the hull proclaimed a badly wrecked boat.

"Say," Case called out, "one of you boys get out a light. We've got to
make a jump right soon. This is some adventure! What?"

Jule reached for his electric, but Alex. caught his arm.

"There's a light on the Missouri bank," he said, "and it looks to me
like the cabin windows of the _Rambler_ were sending it out. Lay low
in the dark and drift with the raft!"




CHAPTER VIII

FACES AT THE WINDOW


"Look here, Red," the outlaw who had been called Sam said, addressing
the giant, as the _Rambler_ struck the half-submerged tree, "we've got
up against something hard!"

"We never should have put out into the river!" retorted Red. "A few
more bumps like that, and to the fishes we go! Get a pole out, and see
if you can push away from that consarned tree. Then we'll soon get to
shore."

Sam went into the cabin, where Clay sat, side by side with the bear
cub, on a bunk.

"Where's your river pole?" he demanded. "You must have something of
the kind!"

"There's one in hooks at the side of the cabin," replied the boy. "If
you'll cut this cord I'll help you get out of the current."

Sam leered savagely at the boy for a moment, picked up the revolver
which lay on the floor not far away, put it into a pocket, and then
severed the cord.

"Mind you," he said, as Clay sprang for the pole, "if you try any
tricks on us we'll chuck you to the fish!"

Without paying much attention to the threat, Clay grasped the pole and
ran to the prow, which was now entangled in a wilderness of branches
springing from the bole of the tree the boat had struck. The boy's
strength was insufficient, and Red came to his assistance. Both pried
and pushed, but it seemed impossible to back the boat against the
sweep of the current.

As if to make matters worse, a long timber lodged against the stern
and added its weight to that of the motor boat and the running water.
Sam stood looking on with a cynical smile on his hard face.

"You never can do it," he finally declared. "We'll have to let the
boat drift down in company with the tree. Just our luck to strike such
a snag!"

"If that limb wasn't in the way," Red asserted, "we could get the boat
out. It binds on the side of the cabin."

Clay hastened into the cabin and soon returned to the prow with an
axe. Both men eyed him sharply as he came forward with the keen-edged
implement.

"You know what I told you!" Sam shouted, stepping toward the boy.

"Let him alone!" commanded Red. "I reckon the kid knows what he is
about!"

"Now," Clay explained, addressing the big fellow, who seemed more
inclined to be friendly than his companion, "if you'll stand ready
with the pole, I'll get over on the trunk and cut that limb away. Then
we can edge over to the shore."

"Oh, yes!" sneered Sam. "We let you off on the tree, and you go on
down and call out the police at the first landing. Not for your
uncle!"

"Go on," shouted Red, to Clay. "I'll steady you with the pole, and
when the limb is off you give it a poke and come on board. Will you do
that?"

"Sure!" answered the boy. "I have no intention of going off and
leaving the _Rambler_! Hand me the axe when I get down on the trunk,
will you?"

Without waiting for any further conversation, which was difficult
because of the roaring of the river, Clay crept over the gunwale and
landed on the tree, which sank lower under his weight. Then he reached
for the axe, which Red promptly passed to him.

"I wouldn't get down on that tree for a thousand dollars!" cried Sam.
"If he don't time himself to a second, he'll get knocked into a cocked
hat by the boat when she swings loose! I'm not stuck on taking any
such chances."

"That is some kid!" Red exclaimed, admiringly, as Clay chopped away at
the limb. "I wish we had him with us!"

"You want to look out for him!" Sam cautioned. "He may prove to be too
much of a kid for both of us, but I've got him covered, so if he tries
to----"

The limb dropped away after a few strokes with the axe, and the boat
righted and swung against the trunk. The swaying of the trunk upon
which Clay stood threw him into the water, but he clung to the tree
and tried to work back to the boat. Sam lifted the pole to strike his
unprotected head.

"May as well get rid of him now," he declared, with an ugly oath.

Red struck the would-be murderer a savage blow in the face and reached
down to assist the boy to the deck. For a moment it seemed that both
of them must be drawn under the boat, but the big fellow's strength
won, and Clay was hauled, dripping and exhausted, up on deck. Sam eyed
him malevolently and snarled.

"It will come some time!"

Red pushed the boy toward the cabin, the look on his face friendlier
than ever.

"Go and get into dry clothes," he said. "Never mind what Sam says! He
means all right, only he don't know how to express himself!"

The _Rambler_ now swung off toward the shore, and Red and Sam were
kept busy working wreckage out of her course. They snarled at each
other as they worked, and Clay was in constant fear that Sam would
play some treacherous trick on the big fellow in return for the blow
he had received. The marks of the short encounter were still on his
face.

Much to his relief, the _Rambler_ was edged into calmer water next to
the Missouri shore. He had no idea at that time, even, that he would
lose the boat. He did not know what had become of his chums, but he
believed that in some way they would be able to come to his rescue.
They had never failed him.

The _Rambler_ drifted down for some distance, leaking a little but not
seriously, and was finally worked into a little bay where there was no
current.

That was a long day for the boy. Several boats passed up and down on
the river, and relief parties searching for flood victims were
frequently seen, but Red always announced that they were in no trouble
whatever when questioned.

Clay was not bound again, but was kept in the cabin, with the door
closed. He could hear calls from passing boats, but did not dare make
the situation known.

During the day the outlaws devoured what cooked food there was in the
cabin and gave some to the boy. Once Sam lay down for a short nap. Red
was not communicative, and refused to answer any questions as to his
intentions regarding the _Rambler_.

A fine mist came down as the night shut in, but presently the moon
came out, and the outlaws began discussing the advisability of
proceeding on down the river.

"We can get to our landing," Sam insisted. "Once there, we can get
into the bayou back of the island, where no one will think of looking
for us. We must get the boat out of sight," he went on, "before
reports of her capture spread along the river. Besides, the boys will
be waiting for us at the shanty."

"All right," Red finally agreed. "I'm willing to take my chance on
being smashed flat by a tree or floating barn."

Clay listened to the talk with interest. Somehow he began to recognize
the voice of the big fellow! Where had he heard it before? Then, like
a flash, the memory came to him! The man had talked with him from the
river at Cairo! There is where he had heard the voice!

At that time the big fellow had been pleading for the safety of a waif
who had come on board the _Rambler_! Both the man and the waif had
disappeared when the officers had come on board. Clay wondered where
the boy was, and why this outlaw had taken an interest in him. The man
appeared to be kind, though his appearance and his modes of life were
against him. It was all a deep mystery to the boy.

However, the giant's defense of himself, when Sam would have
mistreated and, perhaps, murdered him, led Clay to believe that he was
not wholly depraved. There might be some powerful motive for his
adopting the life of a river outlaw.

The boy resolved, at the first opportunity, to question Red regarding
the fate of the lad who had so suddenly disappeared from the boat that
night. He now saw that the willingness of his companions and himself
to aid the waif had led to good results, for it was this willingness
which had undoubtedly caused the giant to stand between him and injury
or even death. His little loaf of bread cast on the waters had
returned to good purpose!

Sam seized the pole, as soon as Red agreed to his proposition to make
their way down the river without delay, and began working the
_Rambler_ out into the current.

"Better wait until that mess of wreckage passes!" Red advised, as a
crush of floating timbers made its appearance under the moonlight. "If
we get into that bunch we'll never get out again. It will go by in a
few moments."

Sam stood looking at the mass with a frown on his sullen face. He was
anxious to be away for more reasons than one. The boat had undoubtedly
been reported seized long before this, and every craft passing up or
down would soon be looking for her. His idea was that the lads who had
left the boat would soon return and report the disappearance.

He did not know, of course, that Case was at New Madrid, or on the way
there, when they had attacked Clay, nor did he suspect that Alex. and
Jule had fallen into the hands of a band of bandits in every way as
desperate and unscrupulous as that to which he belonged.

But, aside from the question of safety, there was another matter he
wished brought to a conclusion. He had been assaulted by Red, and was
raging for revenge. Once in the company of his lawless fellows, his
revenge might be gained!

"There is some one on that wreckage," the watchful Sam finally
declared. "I saw a movement there. Good thing we are not near enough
to be asked for help."

Red looked at the floating raft and shook his head.

"There is a boat lodged against the mess," he said, "but there's no
one on board her, and there's no one on the raft, either."

The light of the moon was now shut out by a drive of clouds, and the
two men waited for a clear sky again. When the raft was revealed they
saw a white bulldog running up and down across the timbers!

"That's the brute I pitched overboard up in the bayou!" cried Sam. "I
wish I had knocked him on the head. Some of those boys are not far
off."

Red laughed at the idea of the boys being there, But Clay, listening
with every faculty awake, had a different notion of the capabilities
of his chums.

"If Captain Joe is there," the boy mused, his heart bounding with
hope, "the boys are not far off! Anyway, I'll give them a chance to
see the old boat once more!" he continued, reaching out and turning on
the cabin lights.

Sam uttered a fierce oath as the lights flashed out on the rushing
water, and made for the cabin, but Red caught him by the arm and faced
him around.

"Look here!" he snarled, "if you go to making trouble for that boy
I'll send your worthless hulk bobbing down to the Gulf! The lights
won't hurt! We don't have to answer any calls for help that may come.
Now, edge her out into the current and leave the boy to me. There's no
sense in beating up the kid!"

With a word of warning to Clay, not unkindly spoken, Red switched off
the cabin lights, and then went to assist Sam in getting the _Rambler_
out into the stream. Clay heard them saying that the raft was, after
all, empty of life except for the dog.

"The boat lodged against it seems to be broken," Red said, and Clay's
heart went into his throat again. He feared that the boys had been
caught in wreckage and drowned. The presence of the dog showed that
they had been with the broken boat, he thought.

Then, while the two men worked frantically in front, Clay heard the
window leading to the cabin from the stern deck cautiously pushed
aside, and then the faces of Alex. and Case appeared at the opening!




CHAPTER IX

RED DECLINES TO TALK


In a moment the ray of moonlight slanting through the west window of
the cabin was cut off by a floating cloud, and the faces of the two
boys passed out of view. Their voices, however, came to Clay,
enquiringly.

"Are you all right?" Alex. asked.

"Have you got any dry guns in there?" was Case's question.

Clay answered both questions in a whispered affirmative and moved
softly toward the window. It was necessary that some definite plan of
action should be agreed upon, for the lads' presence there might be
discovered at any time.

"Is Jule there?" whispered Clay.

"We're all in this neighborhood!" snickered Alex., "including Mose,
Teddy and Captain Joe! We came down the river in a busted boat and on
a poor raft! We should have passed the _Rambler_ only for the flash of
lights in the cabin. What next?"

"First," Clay answered, "I'll get the reserve weapons. One of the
outlaws has my gun, but the others are in the lower drawer of the
cupboard. I've been trying to get at them for a long time, but this is
the first time, since I was set free of bonds, that the men have been
too busy to notice me."

Clay crawled to the cupboard and secured three revolvers, held as a
reserve stock.

"Now," he directed, "you boys get through the window while the
ruffians are busy and the moon is out of business."

As the boys wiggled their way through the small opening, Teddy began
uttering growls of joy and welcome. He pranced about the cabin, too,
in spite of all Clay could do to restrain him, tipping over chairs and
rattling the dishes in a great pan on the floor, where the pirates had
left them after their luncheon.

And then, as if to add to the perplexities of the situation, the
clouds which veiled the moon drifted away, and a slant of light shone
full on the little stern deck, and on the figures grouped there. Case
and Jule pulled themselves through into the cabin, but Alex. was left
crouching on the outside. Clay passed him a revolver, and started to
close the window.

At that moment, attracted by the unusual commotion on the inside, Sam
lurched to the door and looked through the glass panel. He saw Clay at
the window, and caught sight of a figure outside and called out to
Red, who was still busy at the prow, trying to keep the boat out of a
mass of wreckage which was coming down faster than the boat was going
for the reason that it was farther out in the current.

Almost before Red could turn around, before his brain could grasp the
significance of Sam's warning shout, Clay swung the door open and
turned the switch which operated the prow light. In an instant the
deck of the _Rambler_ was as light as it had ever been at noon. The
cabin was still in darkness, save for the light which came through the
glass panel of the door.

The hands of both outlaws swung to their hips as the light flashed
out, but did not bring forth the weapons carried there. Instead, they
came up empty and were pushed out straight and held there. It was Clay
who had given the order to keep hands out.

Clay advanced along the unsteady deck to Sam and held his gun within
an inch of his crooked nose, at the same time calling to Case to come
and relieve the outlaw of his weapons.

Sam's looks would have committed murder, if savage eyes and revengeful
frowns could have done so, when the weapons were taken from him.
Glancing hastily at Red, Clay thought he saw an amused smile lurking
in the giant's eyes.

"Now, Sam," Clay said, "we've got to repair the motors and get the
_Rambler_ out of this ruck, where the leak can be repaired, so we've
got no time to waste guarding a skunk like you. You would have
murdered me if Red hadn't interfered, but I'm going to give you a
chance for your life! Can you swim?"

"Fo' de Lawd's sake!" grunted Mose, appearing on the deck, wet and
shivering from the river, "dat's de 'dentical question he done ask
me!"

Captain Joe, who had come on board from the raft with the negro,
sniffed at the heels of the outlaw and seemed to ask permission of
Clay to take a bite out of him. The cub pranced around the little waif
as if he had found a friend from whom he had long been parted. Sam did
not answer the question. He glared at the weapons, at the exposed
fangs of the bulldog, and turned a scowling face to Red.

"These rascals seem to be friends of yours," he said. "I don't hear
anything about your being given a chance to swim! Is this a frame-up?"

Red's already flushed face darkened at the insulting question, and he
would have struck Sam only that Case, whose gun was at his breast,
motioned him to desist.

"There'll come a time!" growled Sam. "Me an' you will have a
settlement right soon after we get shut of these imitation tramps.
Understand that?"

"Yes, kiddo," Red cut in, turning to Clay, "Sam can swim. He's great
on giving exhibition stunts in the water. He can do anything with
water except drink it."

"Glad to know it!" Clay replied, "for I want to see how far he can
swim! Take a run-and-jump, you toy pirate, and get overboard."

"Fo' de Lawd's sake, dat's what he said to dis----"

Sam did not wait to hear the completion of the sentence, for Captain
Joe, sensing, doubtless, that the outlaw was in bad with the party,
advanced upon him. The pirate sprang for a floating timber, missed it,
and went under. He came up in a second and struck out for the shore
through a comparatively clear channel. The boys watched him until he
crawled out on a mud bank and then turned to Red.

"Well?" asked that individual, a smile on his face. "What next?"

"First," Clay said, "I want to thank you for saving me from that
ruffian, and then I want you to sit down and wait until we get up the
greatest dinner that ever was served on the Mississippi. I'm half
starved, and I know that the boys are. Of course, if you want to land
right now, we'll put you ashore."

"I reckon," Red replied, with a slight tremble in his gruff voice,
"that I can't do better than to stick here for a time!"

"Well," Clay went on, "the boys are wet and cold, as well as hungry,
and so I'll have to do the cooking. Will you come in the cabin and sit
by me while I do it?"

"Will I? I'm lucky not to be out there on the shore with Sam!"

The two passed into the cabin, after the boys had put on dry clothes
and warmed themselves at the coal stove, and Clay set about cooking a
mammoth steak which had been bought at Cairo and kept in the tiny
refrigerator. Then he boiled potatoes, and made light biscuit, and the
coffee he produced was a hearty meal in itself! There were tinned
beans, and sardines, and salmon, and many other things when the meal
began, but when it was over the table was bare of everything in the
provision line!

In the joy and comfort of being full-fed, Mose, Captain Joe, and Teddy
rolled up in a common rug on the floor, in a corner where they would
not be in the way, and went to sleep. Clay and Red went out on deck
while the others washed the dishes.

"Are you thinking of sticking about this section all night?" asked the
latter.

"Only for a short time," Clay answered. "We'll fix the motors,
directly, and go on down the river. Why do you ask the question? Don't
you want to stay here?"

"I was thinking," Red observed, quite coolly, "that, with the lights
going, and the shore not far away, Sam might be thinking of taking a
shot or two at the boys!"

"But he hasn't any gun!" Clay exclaimed.

"Yes, he has," Red returned. "He has a gun that wasn't found on him.
He keeps it in a watertight sack under his left arm. He's used to
taking to the water!"

"And you think he will hang about the bank, walking down from where he
was put off, and try to pick us off?" asked Clay. "How far are we now
from the mud bank he mounted?"

"Not more than a couple of miles," was the reply. "We are in water
that shows only a trace of current now, because there is a great
headland just below, and the flood has packed the curve full. He
probably has been able to keep up with the boat."

"That isn't going very fast!" laughed Clay, "for it has been at least
two hours since he left the boat. The moon, which is in the first
quarter, sets about eleven, and it is hiding itself in the trees
already!"

"I wouldn't advise sticking hereabouts," insisted Red. "I can say no
more!"

"All right!" Clay replied. "We'll fix the motors and start on down.
Here, Case," he called out, "did you bring the repairs?"

"Surest thing you know!" was the answer, and in a short time Clay was
at work on the motive power, which was not much out of repair and was
soon fixed.

"You know, of course," Clay said to Red, as the _Rambler_, under
perfect control, started down stream at a pace which kept the
driftwood from lunging against her stern, "that I recognize you as the
man who talked with me out of the river at Cairo?"

"I never suspected it!" was the slow reply. "How do you know I'm the
man?"

"Your voice!" was the reply. "It puzzled me at first, though."

"I'll have to trade voices with some river rascal!" grinned Red.

"You spoke, that night, about a boy who had come on board?" Clay said,
tentatively.

"That was my business there," Red replied, with a slight frown.

"Where did the boy go that night? We never saw him after the officers
came on board. He must have swum to the Missouri shore."

"He did," was the hesitating reply. "He made it, too!"

"Why didn't he remain with us?" asked Clay.

"He got scared! If I had kept away he might have done so."

"Is he your son?" was the next question Clay asked.

Red looked the boy in the face steadily for a moment and then asked:

"You don't want to harm the lad, do you?"

"I want to help him," was the reply. "He looked so forlorn, and wet,
and cold, and hungry, that I've thought of him a lot since. Where is
he now?"

"Well," Red said, in a perplexed tone, "that is what I can't tell
you."

"Because you don't know where he is?" demanded Clay.

"No; not that. I know where he is, but I can't tell you."

"Is the child implicated in any crime?" Clay asked, looking sharply
into the man's flushed face. "Is there any reason why he can't go with
us?"

"Why do you suggest crime in connection with the kid?" demanded Red, a
frown on his face. "He may be associated with criminals, innocently,
and yet be worthy of all your confidence and esteem!"

They talked a long time about the boy, about the events of the day,
and about the future plans of the _Rambler_ boys. The boat made good
progress during the night while all save Clay and his strange
companion slept. With the first flush of dawn Red asked to be put
ashore, refusing to give any reason for wanting to leave the boat.

"You've used me mighty white," he said at parting, "and there'll come
another day! Don't you ever forget that, lads! There'll come another
day! And if you come across that waif again, just feed him, and warm
him, and clothe him, and pass him on to wherever he wants to go. Thank
you all!" and he was gone!

"What do you think of that for a mystery?" Clay asked as the man
disappeared in a grove near the landing. "We shall hear from Red
again."




CHAPTER X

MORE RIVER OUTLAWS


"And I have a notion that we'll run across that waif again," Case
said. "I imagine that he is somewhere down the river, and that Red
will not be far away when we come to him. Somehow, we bunt into
mysteries wherever we go!"

"I've got a hunch," Alex. exclaimed, "that we are headed for news of
that warehouse robbery at Rock Island! It seems to me too, that the
boy had something to do, with it, or is mixed up in it in some way."

"He looked pretty lean and shabby for a chap who had been interested
in a diamond robbery!" Jule suggested. "Perhaps he's not guilty--just
suspected!"

The day was fine and the flood was running out. The river showed less
wreckage than had been seen the day before, for the lowering water
caused much of it to land on headlands and sandbars. During the
forenoon the _Rambler_, which was still leaking a trifle, passed
several river shanties and houseboats, tied up below half-submerged
islands, where they were protected from wreckage.

These houseboats are common all along the Ohio, Cumberland, Tennessee
and Mississippi rivers. Fishermen and indolent river characters live
in them the year round. Some of the boats are of good size and well
built and furnished, while others are merely shanties built on rafts
of logs and other spoils taken from the waters.

Many of the boats carry whole families, and go sailing toward the Gulf
with streamers of shirts and petticoats blowing from clotheslines.
Others carry two or three men and numberless dogs. Those who reside on
the boats live principally on fish, and on corn meal and pork
purchased with the proceeds of fish sales.

Shortly after dinner the boys were asked to come on board a shanty
boat navigated by two men and numerous dogs, so the _Rambler_ was run
alongside and Clay and Alex. went aboard, where they were warmly
welcomed by two Chicago young men who were making the river trip in
the way of a winter vacation. Their quarters were crude but
comfortable. They had had a rough voyage because of the flood, but
declared that they were going down to the Gulf if the raft held out.

Almost the first question Clay asked was about the Rock Island
robbery.

"So you have been overhauled by the officers, too, have you?" laughed
one of the young men, called Ben by his chum. "We had a bit of that,
also, but the officers didn't remain with us very long. It doesn't
take a week to search our craft!"

"Are you sure they were officers?" asked Clay.

"Oh, yes, they were officers, all right. They asked for a boy of about
twelve, who, they declared, had been seen down the river, and who is
believed to have been associated with the Rock Island robbers. They
also asked for a man of six feet and over, with red hair."

Clay looked at Alex. significantly and asked for any news they might
have of the robbery--any details they might have learned.

"Oh, we got the story from a St. Louis newspaper we begged of a
steamer captain," was the reply. "It seems that the silks, furs, and
diamonds stolen were stored in the warehouse one day and taken out by
thieves that same night. A boy answering to the description of the one
the officers asked for was seen about the premises during the
afternoon, and at one time he was observed in the company of a giant
of a man with red hair.

"It is the theory of the police that the thieves captured the boy and
forced him to enter through a broken window and unfastened the door,
a~la Oliver Twist. They believe that if he can be caught he will be
able to identify the robbers if they are caught. The red-headed man
was seen in the city, wandering about the streets, aimlessly, on the
night of the crime. It is not believed that he was interested in the
robbery personally. However, they want him because he seemed to take a
great interest in the boy."

"Have the officers found any of the stolen property?" asked Alex.

"Not that we know of," was the reply. "The robbers got off handily,
and it is believed they put the goods on board some river boat and
sent them down toward New Orleans. Diamonds, silks and furs can be
hidden in a small space."

The boys visited with the strangers for an hour or more and then went
on down the river, sailing a very little faster than the shanty boat,
which depended entirely on the current, and which was obliged to tie
up at intervals to avoid wreckage.

"I've got a notion," Alex. said, as the boys left the shanty boat in
the distance, "that the newspaper story is the right one. That boy
never took part in that robbery of his own free will, though. I am
sure of it! And the man? That was Red he described, eh?"

"It undoubtedly was," Clay replied, thoughtfully.

"That's your bosom friend!" Alex. grinned. "You let him escape!"

"What else could I do, under the circumstances?" demanded Clay. "The
fellow saved my life! Sam would have murdered me only for him!"

"Well, if he's on the level, what's he doing with a man like Sam?"
questioned Alex., still grinning.

"We shall have to leave that question to the future," was the short
reply.

"You believe that Red had a hand in the robbery at Rock Island?"
persisted the boy.

"I don't think anything about it! I'm waiting for additional
information!"

"Well, we've got a long way to go yet," Case cut in, "and we may meet
with the red-headed man again. We may meet him in some jail yet, if
our luck doesn't change!"

"Speaking about jails," Alex. questioned, "what do you make of the old
jail of a house Jule and I were locked up in? What do you think they
wanted to hold us for?"

"Probably to keep you from spying on what was going on there," Clay
suggested.

"But what was going on there?" asked Alex. "That is what _we_ didn't
find out!"

"Whatever it was," Jule observed, "the people interested in keeping it
secret took long chances when they left us in the dark room with only
an old man to guard us. And imagine them never knowing that Mose and
the dog were in the grounds!"

At mention of Mose Alex. burst into a roar of laughter.

"I never saw a human face that showed real fear until I saw Mose
looking in at the broken window!" he said, directly. "I have seen men
and women show fright, but never anything like that! He thought he had
come on a collection of ghosts! I presume he thought we, Jule and I,
were dead and buried in the cellar, and that our spirits had come
forth to haunt the murderers! And he streaked it away like a flash of
light!"

"There's probably nothing worse than the manufacture of moonshine
whisky going on in the old house," Case contributed. "Or the loot from
the warehouse may have been stored there," he added. "The boys heard
heavy articles being moved, though they may have been scared stiff and
mistook the footsteps of a mouse for the heavy noises!"

"I hope you'll get in just such a predicament some day!" growled Jule.
"It wasn't any fun, sitting there in the dark! And I expected that
crazy old man to shoot us any moment! I believe he was crazy! He acted
as if he was!"

"That's right!" exclaimed Case. "Keep on talking, and I won't have to
wash a dish all the way to the Gulf. I love to hear you get funny."

"That will do for you!" cried Jule, gleefully. "I see you washing the
supper dishes right now!"

"I'd like to go back and investigate that old house," Alex. observed.
"It would be great fun! I believe it stood there when the
cave-dwellers lived along the Chickasaw bluffs, and that was before De
Soto discovered the river and was buried in its depths."

"I thought La Salle discovered the Mississippi," Case said, with a
wink at Clay.

"He made a stab at navigating it from the Illinois river down," Alex.
answered, seeing that Case was prodding him in the desire of receiving
information. "But he gave the wrong course to the stream. The real
Mississippi turns at St. Louis and runs off toward the Rocky
Mountains."

"Yes it does!" exclaimed Jule. "You're in need of mental rest, young
man."

"Certainly it does," Alex. insisted. "The longest stretch of water
takes the river name, doesn't it? Well, the Missouri is about three
thousand miles long from the fountain-heads of the Gallatin, Madison
and Red Rock lakes to the junction with the Mississippi, while from
the junction to headwaters the Mississippi is only about twelve
hundred miles long!"

"It does seem as if the longest river should carry the name," said
Case. "In that event, this would be the Missouri river!"

"Sure it would," insisted Alex. "The river from the Red Rock lakes to
the Gulf is the longest river in the world--eight hundred miles longer
than the Amazon, though not so wide! Some day the name of the Missouri
will become the Mississippi, or the Mississippi will be called the
Missouri!"

The boys argued over the proposition for a long time, until it was
time to get supper, and then Clay and Alex. began watching for ducks,
with which the river swarms at times. While they secured three
fair-sized birds, Alex. caught fish, and insisted on their being
cooked with the ducks.

"I'll never get enough to eat if I leave the menu to you boys," he
declared, "and Mose feels about it just as I do!" he added, pulling
the little negro's ear.

"Ah sure do feel empty!" answered Mose, rolling up his eyes.

The Mississippi is a tangle of channels and islands above Memphis, and
the boys decided to tie up for the night on the down-stream side of
one of the little "tow-heads" which are so frequently seen close to
larger islands. These are formed by deposits of sand and vegetable
matter, but they increase in size rapidly as soon as cotton-wood brush
takes possession of the new ground, assisting materially in resisting
the encroachments of the current.

The islands of the Mississippi are numerous and uncertain as to
location. They have all been formed by the cutting of new channels
across headlands. The river itself winds like a very crooked snake
through the soft bottom lands of the south, and the water is forever
finding new and shorter ways to reach the Gulf.

From the junction of the Ohio, there are one hundred and twenty-five
numbered islands from Cairo to Bayou la Fourche, in Louisiana, and
besides these there are nearly as many more which bear the names of
the owners. Many of these islands are grown up with impenetrable
thickets or show only deserted fields.

In proceeding down the great river the boys had kept on only
sufficient power to gain steerway, as they were in no haste to reach
the Gulf of Mexico, which was their final destination on that trip.
They decided that day to travel nights no more.

After supper had been eaten the boys switched on all the lights and
sat out on deck. There was a brilliant moon, but they preferred to let
everybody in that vicinity know that they were there--hence the
electric lights.

"If any one sneaks up on us now," Alex. laughed, "he'll have to get to
us by the under-water route! And, even then, one of us would be apt to
see him. Captain Joe is losing his record as a watch dog, but I guess
Teddy can take his place."

Captain Joe, as if he understood every word that had been said, and
resented the insinuation, walked up to the prow and sat in a
meditative mood, looking over the small "tow-head" which sheltered the
boat from the current. He sat there motionless so long that Alex.
finally called attention to him.

"Ah knows what he's done seein'!" exclaimed Mose. "Dar's a big fat
coon watchin' us from dat mess ob bushes. Ah done seen him long time
ago!"

An inspection of the spot pointed out showed half a dozen evil-looking
negroes watching the boat.




CHAPTER XI

FIRE-FACES ON THE ISLAND


"What are they squatting there watching the boat for?" queried Jule,
as the prow light fell full on the group of negroes on the island.
"They don't look good to me!"

"If we keep away from them," Case suggested, "and don't try to stare
them out of countenance, they'll probably keep away from us. They do
look fierce, though!"

While the boys discussed the matter the negroes moved away from the
shore of the island, where they were under the boat lights, and
secreted themselves behind a patch of willows which fringed the
"tow-head," for the place where they were was little else.

"I don't believe they have any idea of letting us alone, if they can
manage to get on board the _Rambler_," Clay declared. "I have often
read that lawless negroes and whites are alike alert for plunder
during flood seasons, and it is floating goods those fellows are
after, unless I am much mistaken. We'll have to keep a sharp watch
to-night."

"Wouldn't it be wiser to drive them away?" asked Alex., with one of
his grins.

"We have no right to drive them away," Case suggested. "We may get
into trouble if we try it. I'll watch half the night and not mind it
at all."

Alex. nudged Jule in the side and whispered in his ear for a moment.

"Jule and I will watch the first half," he then said. "Perhaps they
will go off home by midnight, and Case won't have to watch at all."

"Alex.," Clay exclaimed, "you've got some mischief in your mind.
Heretofore you've come out of your scrapes with whole bones, but
sometime you'll get into serious trouble if you don't stop running out
nights. I strongly advise you to let those levee negroes alone! You go
to bed early, and I'll watch the boat!"

"Who's got mischief in the mind?" grinned Alex. "I guess I can stay up
until midnight without gettin' into trouble! You see if I don't make
the dandy watchman to-night! When it comes to keeping guard, I'm the
candy boy!"

"You usually manage to get into trouble when you are left alone!"
laughed Clay.

"If I can't be good to-night," grinned Alex., "I'll be careful."

Nothing more was seen of the negroes at that time, although the boys
were satisfied that they were still on the island, as no boat had been
seen to leave it.

After a time Clay, Case and Mose went to bed, leaving Alex., Jule,
Captain Joe, and Teddy on deck. The dog seemed particularly wide
awake, moving about as if he scented danger, while the cub sat looking
toward the island with twitching nostrils.

"Seems as if the dog and the cub know there's something coming off
here to-night," Jule remarked, as Captain Joe put his paw on the
gunwale and sniffed the air. "Do you really think they have a way of
discovering approaching peril which human beings have not? Captain Joe
certainly looks as if he saw something unpleasant coming."

"I often think dogs have an instinct which warns them of danger,"
Alex. replied.

"Well," Jule went on, "we'll soon see what comes of the signals of
danger he is now handing out to us! Whatever he sees or senses is on
that island."

The boys watched for a long time, but there came no sounds of life
from the island.

"You're like the dog," Jule said to Alex., presently. "You are getting
ready for a break of some sort! Suppose you loosen up and tell me what
it is?"

"You remember that night on the Amazon, when we scared the life out of
a couple of renegade Englishmen and a native Indian?" asked Alex.

"Sure I do!" was the reply. "That was the funniest ever!"

"Well," Alex. explained, "I'm goin' to try something like that on
these negroes."

"Better let 'em alone!" advised Jule. "They are wise to tricks!"

"Shucks!" Alex. laughed. "I'll have them walking on their heads, and
walking the water at that. I wish I had a boat, so I wouldn't have to
swim to the island!"

"We've lost a rowboat every trip!" Jule exclaimed. "I wonder why we
didn't pick the one we had off the raft and fix it up. It wasn't badly
smashed."

"We may find it yet," Alex. said, hopefully. "We have come down just a
little faster than the current, and so it is probably behind us. When
it comes down we'll get it and make it as good as new."

"Yes, when we get it!" laughed Jule. "There's a thousand people along
the island beaches and mainland levees watching for boats! Just like
these negroes are watching for anything at all that seems worth
picking out of the water!"

"It won't do any harm to keep a lookout for it," Alex. decided. "Now,"
he added, turning out the lights and throwing off his coat, "do you
want to go to the shore with me? If you will go I'll show you a race
that will beat anything you ever saw."

"And leave the boat alone?" demanded Jule. "I should say not. I'll
remain here and see that your retreat is properly covered. You'll want
some one here to hold a gun on the negroes you seem determined to stir
up."

"Now don't get a grouch on," pleaded Alex. "I'm doing this purely in
the interest of science! I want to see how far the emancipation
proclamation has relieved the negroes of the south from the old-time
superstitions of the race! Not to put too fine a point upon it, kid, I
want to see what a good healthy ghost will do to a lot of river
thieves! Do you get me?"

"Going to play ghost, are you," laughed Jule. "Then I'll be a ghost,
too!"

Alex. listened at the cabin door for a moment, but heard no sounds
indicating the lack of sleep on the inside. Then he crept in, fumbled
around in the darkness until he found two old bathing suits and a
square package which smelled of sulphur.

"Now," he explained to Jule, as he came out, "we'll put on these
bathing suits, so as to have dry clothes ready when we return from the
island! You take a part of the matches, for we may become separated in
the thicket. We won't do the Mephisto act until we get to the island,
then rub the sulphur on thick--on your hands and face."

"I guess I know how!" Jule remonstrated.

The boys placed their clothing in two piles on the deck and donned the
bathing suits--much to the wonder of Captain Joe, who wrinkled his
nose and looked suspiciously at the boys. His remarks on the subject
of bathing in a swift river in the night time were not in favor of the
experiment. However, he crouched down by Alex.'s feet and expressed
himself as willing to share in the doubtful expedition.

"When we get into the willows," Alex. explained, "I'll let out a yell
which will put Mose's efforts in that direction away to the bad! Then
you run at them on the right and I'll close in on the left, and we'll
see a race that will put the Greek events out on a blind siding with
fires banked. When you are ready, drop in and swim for the bunch of
willows straight ahead. Swim slow and don't make any noise."

The boys left the dark deck of the _Rambler_ and entered the water.
There was little current where the boat lay, and they had no
difficulty in making the willows pointed out by the promoter of the
midnight excursion. The lights of Memphis made a faint haze in the sky
to the south. The wash of the river drowned all individual noises. In
the distance the caving of a bank sent down a heavy sound.

Believing that they had left the boat without awakening any of the
sleepers and landed on the island without attracting the attention of
the negroes, the boys crouched down in a thicket and listened.

The moon, which would set about midnight, was low down in the west,
and gave a fitful light at rare intervals. There was a heavy mass of
thunderheads in the sky, and few stars showed through. There were no
indications of a light or fire on the island.

The boys, however, were much mistaken in their understanding of the
situation. When they dropped off the deck of the _Rambler_, Clay poked
his head out of the cabin and watched them as far as the darkness
would permit. Then he returned to the cabin, put on a bathing suit and
took a square box from the cupboard.

The box contained the reserve weapons and flashlights of the party and
was waterproof. With this in his hand, and leaving Captain Joe on
guard, with strict orders not to leave the deck, he entered the water
and swam toward the shore, turning away from the bunch of willows
where the two boys had landed.

Of course he did not know that Alex. and Jule had left the water
there, but it seemed to him that they would naturally select the
nearest point as their landing place. Once on shore he sat down to
await developments.

He was certain that Alex. and Jule had entered upon a dangerous
expedition. The river negroes of the south are by no means as
superstitious as is generally believed, and Clay knew it. He doubted
if they would run far at sight of a face blazing with sulphur. It was
his opinion that the boys would be the ones to start the race!

The negroes were sure to be armed, and they might be drunk, in which
case they would not be likely to permit the outer spirits to bluff the
inner spirits! Besides, they might have valuable plunder on the
island, and some would be brave enough to remain and fight for it.

Of course, if Clay had gravely asked the boys to give over their
proposed joy visit to the island, they would undoubtedly have done so,
but he did not care to do that. His thought was that he ought not to
attempt to control the actions of he boys, as they all stood equal on
the trip, no one having authority over the others.

Besides, if the truth must be told, Clay, himself, was not averse to a
little excitement! In addition, he was anxious to know what was doing
on the island, and why the negroes were assembled there.

Another feature of the situation was that a watcher on the beach saw
all three forms in the water as they left the boat! When the lads
landed, Alex. and Jule at the clump of willows and Clay farther to the
west, this watcher lost no time in communicating with his fellows in
their rough-and-ready camp near the center of the little "tow-head."

The noise made by the negroes in getting ready to meet whatever attack
might be made upon them gave the location of their camp to Clay, and
he pressed as close to it as it was possible for him to do without
advancing into the open, where he might have been seen during any
moment of moonlight.

It was a chill night, and there was a wind blowing from the west which
seemed to cut into his bones, but Clay sat down not far from the camp
and awaited the opening of the drama! He could hear the campers moving
about, but could not distinguish the words spoken. The moon sank out
of sight for good before any movement was made.

Then Clay saw a figure fit to frighten the most courageous leave the
fringe of willows and advance deliberately toward the center of the
island. He had hard work to make himself understand that the thing he
saw was only one of the boys. If the very Old Scratch himself had set
foot on the "tow-head" he could not have presented a more sinister
appearance. Clay watched the advance of the figure with bated breath.

In a second after the figure appeared, flaming of face and pointing
hands, with a great cross of fire on what appeared to be a naked
breast, a long, wavering cry went up from the camp, and then there
came a rush of feet. Clay could not tell at first which way the feet
were going, but a moment convinced him that they were putting a swift
distance between the camp and the devil-figure approaching.

When a second figure, marked like the first, appeared the shrieks of
alarm, the running of frightened feet, were drowned by the commands of
a bull-like voice to stop the panic-stricken flight and use revolver
and knife!




CHAPTER XII

HALF FULL OF DIAMONDS


At that moment, notwithstanding the commotion and the threats of
coming trouble, Clay felt like congratulating Alex. and Jule on the
manner in which they were carrying out their reckless plans. More
blood-curdling shrieks than now proceeded from the throats of the boys
he had never heard.

Knowing that defeat, perhaps death, would instantly follow on the
heels of retreat, Alex. and Jule charged the camp, swinging their
fire-coated arms and uttering cries which it did not seem possible
could issue forth from human lips. There naturally followed a swifter
flight on the part of the negroes.

But three or four black men, less superstitious, or having more at
stake, than the others, stood their ground, calling to their
companions that it was a white man's trick, and that they should
return and ascertain by the use of steel and lead just how human their
visitors were. For a time the voices of the courageous ones did not
check the mad rush for the river, but finally a group gathered on the
beach and engaged in conversation, which, of course, Clay could not
hear.

Alex. and Jule now "disappeared" in approved "ghost" fashion--that is,
they drew black cloths over their faces and hands so that their
flaming make-up could no longer be seen. In fact, it was now so dark,
the moon having set, that even the figures of the boys could not be
seen when they crouched on the ground. The negroes on the beach were
only visible because they formed quite a large group and kept
constantly in excited motion.

Clay wondered if the boys would now understand that their trick had
failed and make for the _Rambler_. At the first rush the negroes had
fled, but they were now listening to arguments intended to reassure
them, and the ultimate result was not in doubt.

Before long the black men would swarm back to the camp, perhaps make a
thorough search of the entire "tow-head," in which case the boys were
sure to be discovered, unless they made their way back to the boat
before the search began. Clay placed himself between the camp and the
boat and waited, thinking that his reserve weapons might be needed.

The information that he had seen figures leaving the boat just before
the advent of the "ghosts," as given by the watcher, had instant
effect on the negroes. They swarmed back toward the camp, making a
great many more threats than Clay thought was necessary! Two familiar
figures now came dashing toward Clay, and he called out softly to them
to halt a moment. The figures developed into two rather frightened
boys as soon as they came close to the watcher.

"Me for the boat!" panted Jule. "I reckon these coons know a ghost
when they see one--not! Me for the feathers, too when I light! Come
on, Alex!"

"Go on and get aboard!" Alex. urged. "I want to see Clay a moment."

Jule darted away and was soon out of sight. Although he had carefully
made up as a disciple of Old Nick, he was careful not to exhibit any
of his trade-marks as he moved towards the boat! Clay and Alex. stood
listening to the commotion for a moment, and then the latter panted,
taking Clay's arm as he did so, and drawing him back toward the camp:

"When I got up there," he said, "I stumbled over some one lying on the
ground! I felt about for a minute and found pretty much rags! Then
some one told me to get off the island or I would be murdered."

"Go on!" Clay said excitedly. "We have no time to lose if we are to
investigate this matter. Was the person you talked with a prisoner?"

"Sure he was. He asked me to cut the cords, but I had no knife with me
and so had to make an effort to untie them. The captive talked while I
was at work on the knots, and who do you think it was. Give you three
guesses!"

"Hurry! Hurry! We have no time to lose, I tell you, if the captive is
in need of our assistance. Who is it?"

"The kid who came on board the _Rambler_ at Cairo!" replied Alex.

"And you had to leave him there--tied?"

"What else could I do?" asked Alex. "I didn't have even a knife! This
foolish bathing suit has no pockets, so I brought no arms with me.
What could I do, when the coons were making a rush for the camp?"

"We've got to get that kid!" Clay cried.

"If they would only go away for a minute," Alex. declared, "I could
get him and bring him to the boat, ropes and all!"

A shot came from the _Rambler_, and, turning, the boys saw that the
craft was aglow with electric lights! Instantly they crouched lower in
the willows, for the strong prow lamp cast a ray far over on the
"tow-head."

Another shot came from the boat, and then the negroes at the camp made
a break for the beach, passing within a rod of where the two boys lay
concealed.

"Shall we take them in the rear?" asked Alex. "They have attacked the
boat."

"Don't shoot!" warned Clay. "Remember that we had no right to molest
them in the first place! The boys on the boat are awake, or the lights
wouldn't be on. They can protect themselves, I reckon. I hope Jule is
in a safe place!"

The lights were still on, but not a person could be seen. Then more
shots came, and Clay saw that the boys were firing through the small
port holes in the gunwale, and that the negroes were contenting
themselves with firing volley after volley at the cabin windows, which
were now void of glass!

While the boys on shore watched with intense anxiety, the motors of
the _Rambler_ were heard, and then the boat began to drop down stream.

"I wonder if Jule got on board?" Alex. asked.

"If he met with no opposition on the way he probably did," was the
reply. "At least we must suppose that he is either on the boat or in
hiding on the island."

"Come on, then!" shouted Alex. "We'll make a success of this excursion
yet. We'll take possession of the camp. I want a confidential talk
with the prisoner!"

"You'll be getting a confidential talk with a bullet pretty soon, if
you don't pay more attention to getting off!" Clay answered. "The boat
has dropped down, and the negroes will soon be back here. It is
another swim! What?"

Almost before Clay had done speaking Alex. was off in the darkness.
Clay could just see his figure moving along the ground, so he followed
on after him, wondering what new trick the lad had in mind. The light
from the _Rambler_ grew fainter every instant. For some reason unknown
to Clay, the boat was being moved down stream a long way.

In a moment Clay saw Alex. bending over a figure lying on the ground
at the edge of a rude windbreak of willow bushes, cut and woven
together.

"Where's the coon's boat?" he asked, hurriedly.

Clay smiled happily. He had not thought of that!

"Off there on the east side," replied the boy. "Have you got a knife
yet?"

For answer Alex. seized the lad by the feet and called out to Clay:

"Catch him by the shoulders, and we'll carry him!"

Clay was not slow in following the suggestion, and the boys soon had
the captive between the fringe of willows and the water. The boat was
there, a large, four-oared craft which was partly filled with plunder
taken from the river. The negroes were evidently making a business of
gathering supplies from the flood. Just then Jule came up, out of
breath from a stumbling run in the dark.

The captive was placed on board, and then Clay seized a pair of heavy
oars.

"Take the helm," he called to Alex., "and you help with the oars,
Jule," he added.

Then the craft shot out into the current. When she came around the
corner of the little island, where the light from the _Rambler_ struck
her a series of frantic shouts came from the men huddled on the south
bank, and a few shots were fired, but, the current running swiftly,
they were soon out of range.

"Let 'em swim," chuckled Alex. "A bath will be good for what ails
them!"

"Alex.," remarked Clay, panting with the heavy work at the oars, "you
deserve a Carnegie medal!"

"Sure!" chuckled the other. "I'm the Johnny-on-the-Spot when it comes
to prescribing healthful stunts for the working classes! Where is that
boat going?" he added as the _Rambler_ disappeared around a distant
bend in the stream.

"This is what comes of running off in the night without telling the
boys what we were up to!" panted Jule. "This is some boat, when it
comes to weight."

In ten minutes the lights of the _Rambler_ were in sight again, the
rowboat having passed around the bend. Then Clay took out a
searchlight and began making signals to those on board. Directly an
answering signal came from the boat, and then the lights halted,
turned, and came up stream.

"You're a nice lot of watchmen!" Case called out, as the two boats
came close together. "We thought you had caught a floater boat and
drifted down stream."

"This," grinned Alex., "is the only old and original relief
expedition. We have with us to-night a brand snatched from the coons!"

"Hand down a knife!" called Clay. "This lad is capable of climbing on
board by his own self! And swing around a little so as not to tip us
over!"

With no little difficulty the boys were landed on the deck of the
_Rambler_. Case regarded the visitor with a quizzical smile as he bent
over him.

"Did you take a dive at Cairo," he asked, "and come up at Memphis?"

The boy answered only by a weary smile, and Mose stood staring at him
with widening eyes, while Captain Joe sniffed suspiciously at his worn
garments. Teddy invited him to a boxing match!

"I'll go you boys a dollar to an apple," Case observed, "that this kid
is still empty! He looks it! Anyway, I'll go and get him something to
eat!"

"And don't forget the heroic rescuers!" Alex. called out. "I haven't
had a thing to eat since supper! Say, kid," he went on, "what's your
name?"

"Chester Vinton," was the reply, in a frightened voice. "I'm running
away."

"You wasn't running very fast when we found you!" commented Alex. "How
did you come to mix with those wreckers?"

"I was on a raft," was the answer, "and I was hungry, and I saw them
on the island, and asked them for something to eat. They tied me up!"

"Why didn't you stay on board the boat at Cairo?" asked Clay.

"I was afraid," was the reply.

"Red is back up the river looking for you," Jule observed, still
shivering from his exposure to the cold water. "He took passage with
us part of the way down."

"I should think he did!" chuckled Alex. "And he was a first cabin
passenger at that!"

"Well," Clay decided, presently, "perhaps we'd better feed this boy
and put him to bed. He looks as if he'd been up against something
hard."

The lad ate ravenously, and then began undressing. Clay sat in the
cabin with him. He was full of wonderment at this second meeting with
the boy, and wanted to ask him a hundred questions, but decided to
wait until the lad was in better condition.

As the visitor threw his ragged clothes off a thud on the floor told
of something of considerable weight in one of the pockets.

"Do you carry a gun, lad?" he asked, stooping over to lift the
trousers.

The boy bounded forward and snatched at the trousers, but Clay was too
quick for him. The article which had made the noise on the floor was a
leather bag.

An investigation showed that it was half full of diamonds of
exceptional quality!




CHAPTER XIII

A RIVER ROBBER IN A NEW ROLE


With half a dozen stones of splendid value rolling over the palm of
his hand, Clay regarded the boy accusingly.

"Where did you get the diamonds?" he asked.

The boy did not answer. Clay had expected confusion and shame. Instead
he met with anger and reproach. Chester ("Chet" from that day forward)
shot forward like an arrow and tried to wrest the bag from his hands.
Clay put him back tolerantly.

"Give them back to me!" Chet shouted so loudly that the boys out on
the deck entered the cabin and stood in an astonished group about the
two.

Clay, grasping the bag and the lose gems, held his hands high above
his head.

"Where did you get them?" he persisted.

"Give them back to me!" yelled Chet. "You've been following me for
this, have you? You're all as bad as the river thieves I've met up
with! Give them to me!"

"What do you think of the little one for a diamond dip?" asked Alex.,
pointing at the flushed face of the agitated boy. "He's some clever!"

"I reckon he belongs with Red, the Robber, all right!" Jule put in.

"He seems to be pretty well fixed!" laughed Case. "Those gems are
worth more than a hundred thousand dollars! Did you swipe them from
the men who robbed the Rock Island warehouse, kid?" he added.

Chet turned a flaming face toward this new accuser.

"Don't you dare call me a thief!" he shouted. "The diamonds are mine!
I never stole them. Give them back to me, you--you--river pirates!"

"That's good, coming from him!" grinned Alex. "Come on, little one,
and tell us who these stones belong to."

"I tell you they are mine!" Chet again insisted. "I never stole them!
You give them back to me! If I had the strength I'd tear your heart
out!"

"Of course!" laughed Clay. "Of course you'd do something desperate if
you had the strength! But don't trouble yourself about the diamonds!
If they belong to you, you shall have them. But we don't want to
harbor a thief, you know!"

"I don't believe you'll ever give them back to me!" sobbed the boy.
"I've brought them down the river, all this way, to be robbed of them
at last!"

In a spasm of grief the lad threw himself on the cabin floor and burst
into an uncontrollable fit of weeping. The boys stood around for a
moment, looking rather sheepishly at each other, and then all left the
cabin but Clay.

"Come kid," the latter said, lifting Chet from the floor and holding
him in his arms like a baby, "don't act like you'd lost your last
friend! If you're honest, you've found friends instead of losing them.
You shall have the diamonds back, if you can show that they belong to
you. Brace up, now, and go on to bed!"

Chet regarded Clay through wet eyes for a moment and then slipped away
to the bunk which had been set aside for him. The frank inspection
seemed to have in a measure restored his equanimity. Clay sat down by
the side of the bunk, the diamonds in his hands.

"Why don't you tell me all about it?" he asked of the boy. "Why not
settle the whole matter right here, and so have done with it? Where
did you get them?"

"I've promised not to tell," was the reply.

"You are not making a very good beginning," Clay admonished.

Chet made no reply whatever, but turned his face away. Clay went on,
patiently:

"Where is your home?"

"I haven't got any home," was the reply. "I never had one."

"But you must belong somewhere," Clay insisted. "Where did you live
last?"

"I'm not going to tell you anything at all," Chet replied, "until I
see the man that made me promise to keep silent, and until he gives me
leave to talk with you."

"Is the man you mention Red, the riverman?" asked Clay.

"Didn't I just tell you that I wasn't going to talk?" demanded the
boy.

"All right," Clay responded. "Take all the time you want! In the
meantime, I'll keep the diamonds. Will you promise to remain on the
boat?"

"If I had the diamonds, I'd quit you right now!" said the boy,
savagely. "I may as well tell you the truth. If you keep the diamonds,
I'll stay until I get them, but I'll find them and take them with me
if I can. You just mind that!"

"You're a frank little chap, anyway!" laughed Clay.

"I wasn't brought up to tell lies!" was the astonishing reply.

"Who brought you up?" asked Clay. "You just said you never had any
home!"

"Never did!" was the reply. "Say, you won't blame me if I find where
you put the diamonds and run off with them, will you?" he added, quite
gravely.

"I don't see how I can blame you, after such fair warning," laughed
Clay.

"And you won't help any one to find me?" persisted the little fellow.

"No," answered Clay, "if you are sharp enough to get the diamonds away
from me, I'll never let on that I ever saw or heard of you. Is that
satisfactory to you?"

"Will you shake hands on that?" asked Chet, sitting up on the bunk.

"Gladly! Now, go to sleep and wake up in a more communicative mood
to-morrow."

"I'll stick to what I said!" Chet answered, and Clay left him alone in
the cabin. When he reached the deck he was at once surrounded by the
boys, all eager to know the outcome of the conference. Clay told them
of what had taken place.

"He's a nervy little chap!" Clay concluded, "and I like him very much
already."

"You bet he's all right, that kid!" Alex. said. "If he wasn't, he
wouldn't have told you that he would get the gems the first time he
got a chance. Besides, see how he is keeping the promise made to some
other fellow! Where are you going to keep the diamonds, Clay?" the boy
continued. "Don't you ever think the kid won't try hard to find them!
I hope he won't feel called upon to cut all our throats in order to
obtain possession of them! I believe he would do it if he thought it
necessary!"

"Well," Clay answered, speaking in a low tone and looking in through
the glass panel of the cabin door to see that Chet was still in his
bunk, "I think I'll go ashore at Memphis, for supplies, you know, and
put the gems in a deposit box at one of the banks."

"That's a fine idea!" cried Case. "He'll never get them there!"

"But you want to look out that you're not pinched in the bank," Alex.
advised. "That warehouse robbery is making some noise, and if a boy
from a river boat is seen to have diamonds, it is the jail house for
yours!"

"If you put them in a bank deposit box," Jule observed, "you'd better
do them up so as to look like a package of papers--bonds, or stocks,
or something like that."

"That is a good idea, too!" Clay exclaimed. "I'll do it!"

"I'd give a lot to know more about the boy and the diamonds," Clay
mused, as the boys began getting breakfast.

They had talked so long, after reaching the boat, that they had not
before realized that it was most morning, and now there was a flush in
the east which told of sunrise.

When Clay went back into the cabin to see about the fire, he found
Chet crouching on the floor just back of the door. He yawned as Clay
entered the apartment.

"What are you doing here?" asked Clay, in amazement.

"Guess I'm trying to find my way to the door!" was the half-smiling
reply. "I didn't seem to know where I was when I woke up!"

Clay accepted the excuse, and went on with his preparation of
breakfast. However, he doubted what the boy had said. Notwithstanding
the previous good impression he had formed of the waif, he wondered if
the lad had not crept out of bed and stationed himself by the door in
order to hear what was said about the disposition of the gems.

"I'll have to be more careful," Clay thought. "That boy is a clever
one!"

After breakfast the waif was rigged out with a suit of Alex.'s
clothes. In the new attire he seemed to be a different boy from the
one taken from the camp.

The boys did not accept as the truth all he said about himself, though
that was not much. When he declared that he had never had any home,
they commented on the fact that his speech and manners were those of a
boy who had been given a fair education.

Chet at once took to the pets of the boat, Mose, Captain Joe, and
Teddy, the bear cub, and they immediately recognized him as a member
of the family.

While he was playing with the cub on the prow, Clay made an oblong
package of the diamonds, scattering them in between sheets of paper,
and marked them "Bonds." The bag in which they had been found was half
filled with burrs, and small bits of a broken dish and tied tight. It
resembled the bag as it had stood before any change had been made when
Clay had finished with it.

This bag Clay resolved to keep in his pocket until he could place it
under the eyes of the boy who claimed it, the idea being to see if he
really would snatch the supposed prize and take to the river again.
Clay hoped that he would not, for all liked the little fellow. That
afternoon they ran down to a Memphis pier and Clay went ashore with
the gems.

He was in time to secure a deposit box at a bank and stow the diamonds
away. The cashier with whom he did business asked questions regarding
his age and permanent residence, and seemed satisfied with his
answers. He was, indeed, especially interested in Clay's description
of the _Rambler_ and the voyages the boys had made in her, and asked
permission to visit the party that evening if he found time.

Clay gladly gave the required permission, ordered supplies sent to the
pier, and then started out for a look at the beautiful city. Almost at
the entrance to the bank he met Alex., who had the flushed appearance
of a boy who had been walking pretty fast.

The two walked together for a block without speaking, save for the
initial greeting, and then Alex. proposed that they go to a restaurant
and have a "steak about as big as a parlor rug," as he expressed it.
Clay agreed, but laughed at the notion.

"Why not take it on board?" he asked. "We can cook it much better than
any city chef," he added.

"Well," Alex. replied, "I saw a neat little restaurant back here, not
far from the river front, and I thought I'd like to go there and have
a feed."

So the two turned into the restaurant, when they came to it, and took
a small table at a rear corner of the room. It being late for dinner
and early for supper, there were few in the place.

One party, at the front of the room, at once attracted Clay's
attention. There were three men in the party, one young, smiling and
flashily dressed; one old, grizzled and clad in a well-worn business
suit; and another dressed expensively and with great care. This man
had a surprising growth of red hair which showed evidences of great
care. His face was smooth-shaven, and had the appearance of having
recently been divested of a beard, the flesh showing soft and white,
as if not long exposed to the weather.

When this man arose to pay the check and laid a hand on the back of a
chair, Clay noticed that the hand was very large and finely kept. The
man was something over six feet in height! Clay gave Alex. a kick
under the table and directed his gaze to the large man, then passing
over to the cashier's window.

"Take a good look at that man," he whispered. "Ever see him before?"

"I saw him when I passed," was the reply, "and brought you here.
That's Red, the Robber."




CHAPTER XIV

ALEX. BREAKS FURNITURE


"Unless Red, the Robber, has a twin who is an exact duplicate of
himself," Clay whispered, "that is just who it is!"

"When I passed here," Alex. explained, "the three were just sitting
down to dinner, and I knew that I could get you back here in time to
see Red, the Robber, before he could finish the big steak he had just
tackled. There he is! Now what?"

"It doesn't seem possible that that finely-dressed, well-groomed man
is really the one who talked with us out on the river at Cairo, and
who afterwards captured the _Rambler_ by holding a gun about the size
of a cannon on me," Clay declared.

"And the man who bespoke kind treatment for Chet, the waif," Alex.
went on. "I guess we're both seeing things not present to the senses!
There ain't no such man!"

"It can't be!" Clay tried to convince himself. "It can't be the same
man!"

Yet he knew deep down in his heart that it was the same man! If there
had been any doubt of the complete identification at the start, there
was none when the man spoke to the cashier in the full, deep voice
which Clay knew that he had heard while he was tied up in the cabin of
the _Rambler_!

"I have heard that river thieves sometimes make up to look like
bankers and high-up politicians," Alex. whispered.

"And I have heard that bankers and high-up politicians occasionally
assume the disguises of river characters for some purpose of their
own," Clay returned.

"Do they mix with murderers and steal motor boats when they do that?"
asked Alex., with a provoking snicker. "'Cause if they do, this may be
one of the high-ups!"

"He must recognize us," Clay went on. "Watch and see if you catch in
him any signs of joy at the meeting!"

"He hasn't yet shown that he knows we are in the room," Alex. replied.

"There's one way to find out who he is," Clay suggested. "When he
leaves here, you follow him until he enters some house or office and
ask questions about him after he goes on. I'll do the same here--that
is, I'll see what the cashier knows about him."

Alex., glad of an opportunity of showing what he could accomplish as a
detective, readily agreed to this arrangement, and, the man leaving
the restaurant at the moment, Alex. darted away after him, leaving
Clay to question the cashier.

The big man, still in the company of his two companions, walked
briskly toward the river front, after leaving the restaurant, and
finally came to a stop at a pier some distance down the stream from
that at which the motor boat lay. Alex. watched the three men shake
hands gravely and part, the one he believed to be Red going on board a
small steamer which lay close by with smoke pouring from her stacks.

"Now," thought the boy, "shall I give it up, or shall I sneak on board
the boat and see what I can learn of this man who poses as a river
pirate one day and as a gentleman of great respectability the next?"

Alex.'s horse sense told him to wait about the pier until some one
came off the boat and engage that person in conversation in an effort
to learn the identity of the man he was following, but his natural
love of adventure told him to make his way on board and learn there
what he could, not only of the man, but of the steamer and its
destination and cargo.

The spirit of adventure won, and Alex., waiting until there was no one
in sight on the freight deck, ventured on board. There was still no
one in sight when he reached the staircase leading to the cabin, and
he proceeded to climb up, listening between steps for indications of
human life.

He found the indications he sought with a vengeance at the head of the
stairs. As he stepped up a husky negro seized him by the collar and
dragged him toward the prow. Alex. kicked and struggled to no purpose.
The negro was too strong for him. All the time he was carrying him
along, almost as he would have carried a kitten, the negro kept up a
running fire of comment.

The boy gathered from this comment that he was regarded as a sneak
thief, and tried more than once to explain, but the negro kept on
talking to himself and paid no attention to the words of his prisoner.
Alex. administered a sturdy kick and gave it up.

Presently a door was opened at the very front end of the cabin and the
boy was thrust into a small stateroom. The force of his entrance sent
him against a berth and he crawled up and lay down to think things
over. He heard the door behind him locked.

"This is a pretty kettle of fish!" grunted the boy, as he looked about
the room.

It was just an ordinary stateroom, with one bunk, a dresser, and a
chair. The window looking out on deck was covered by green
slat-blinds, and ornamental metal-work covered the glass panel of the
door opening into the cabin.

After taking in the room in all its details, Alex. arose and tried to
open the green blinds so as to get a look outside. To his surprise he
found that they would not open. They were of steel, and were there to
protect the window! The room was as stoutly guarded as a prison cell!

"Red, the Robber, seems to have use for a cell," the boy thought,
"that is, if this is his boat! I wonder what he thinks he's going to
do with me?"

Alex. had now no doubt that Red had recognized Clay and himself at the
restaurant. He wondered if Clay, too, had been trapped! He could not
make up his mind as to whether the man was a robber or a gentleman of
business standing, but he knew that he was in a most undesirable
situation.

Then he began to wonder if Red knew that he was on board! The man had
given no intimation that he had knowledge of being followed. He,
Alex., had sneaked on board, like a veritable wharf rat, and the husky
negro had been fully justified in taking him into custody! Still, the
negro should have listened to his explanations and given him a chance
to prove his innocence.

This last view of the case was much more to the liking of the boy than
the previous one, for Red had shown a friendly spirit while on board
the _Rambler_, and might now set him free as soon as informed of his
capture. Clay had permitted Red his freedom under much more trying
conditions!

"If he's a river thief," Alex. concluded, "he'll keep me here until he
is sure I can't injure him by telling of his raid on the motor boat,
but if he is on the level--if he was, for some purpose of his own,
masquerading while in company with Sam--he will release me as soon as
he knows I am here--for Clay's sake, if not for my own!"

This was a rather comforting conclusion, so the boy began beating with
all his might on the panels of the door. He pounded away for some
moments without hearing the least response, and then sat down to rest.

While he sat there on the berth, panting from his unnoticed exertions,
the boat quivered in all its timbers, the noise of escaping steam
reached his ears, and then he knew that the steamer was under way.
This was the worst thing that could happen to the boy, and he knew it.

The steamer might go to Cuba, or to the upper reaches of the Missouri
or the Mississippi, separating him from his chums for weeks. If Red
really was a robber, he would not take the chance of releasing him,
for that would give him an opportunity to warn those on board the
_Rambler_, as well as to report to the police the illegal seizure of
the motor boat!

"I'm going to find out about this!" Alex. declared, springing off the
berth. "I'm going to do an English suffragette stunt and smash
windows!"

As his whole mind was set on making a noise so as to attract the
attention of the man he had followed on board, the boy was by no means
conservative in his next move.

First he took the light-framed chair which stood by the berth and
smashed it against the fancy metal work which protected the glass
panel. The chair went to pieces without touching the glass, so Alex.
took up a slender leg and, poking it through in between the metal
work, punched out the pane.

It fell back into the cabin with a rattle, and then Alex., putting his
face close to the opening, let out a yell which would have done credit
to an Apache Indian on the warpath! In the meantime the steamer was
backing out into the current.

"I guess that will let 'em know they have a cabin passenger!" Alex.
grunted, as he began tossing the fragments of the chair out on the
cabin floor.

The boy was just considering the firing of his automatic, which had
not been taken from him by the negro, when a heavy voice near at hand
broke into a hearty laugh, and the face of the red-headed man appeared
before the opening, half-shielded by an arm, for the boy was still
looking for things to throw through.

"What seems to be the difficulty?" the man asked, and Alex. thought he
saw a twinkle of humor in the blue eyes fixed upon him.

"No difficulty at all," Alex. answered, with a touch of irony in his
tone. "I'm just doing this for exercise, and to make business for boat
builders!"

"Of course," laughed the man, "you wouldn't come out if I should
unlock the door?"

"Oh, I don't know," Alex. replied. "I've got a good deal of work to do
in here yet, and I might bring back an axe to help out."

"You'll find that the berth is of steel," the red-headed man said.
"You can't chop that up. How long will it take you to finish the
dresser? I might come back and let you out as soon as you have got
through with that!"

"All right!" grinned the boy, "anything to oblige," and he went at the
dresser with the leg of a chair!

The giant unlocked the door, stepped inside, and, taking Alex. by the
ear, marched him out of the wrecked room. Once in the cabin he let go
of the ear and walked toward the stern with a hand on the boy's arm.

"You wasn't so giddy the last time I saw you!" declared the boy.

The man laughed, opened the door of a large stateroom toward the
stern, pushed the boy inside, and stepped in after him. This was a
handsome room, elaborately furnished. Alex. dropped into a chair and
looked about.

The steamer now seemed to be making fast time down the river, and
Alex. looked out of a window in the hope of seeing the location of the
_Rambler_.

"Say," he finally asked, wrinkling his freckled nose at the man, "what
is the answer to this? I give it up!"

"What was it you boys put in the deposit box at the bank?" asked the
man.

"I didn't put anything in; I didn't go to any bank."

"But your chum did. You met him at the bank entrance, and brought him
back to look at me! You know what he put in the vault box. What was
it?"

"It was a long package marked bonds," was the boy's reply.

"But did the package contain bonds?"

"I don't know; I never saw the inside of it," answered Alex.,
wondering if this man had followed all their movements since being
allowed to leave the _Rambler_.

"Perhaps the lad you call Clay will tell," smiled the giant. "Or the
boys on the _Rambler_ may give the information I seek--when you both
fail to return to-night."

"So you've got Clay, too, have you?" shouted Alex., and he make a rush
for the door!




CHAPTER XV

THE LEATHER BAG MISSING


When Clay went to the cashier's desk to pay the check for the meals
the two boys had eaten, also with a view of finding out what was known
there of the red-headed man, he asked the first question which came
into his mind.

"Is that the sheriff--the tall man with the red hair?"

The cashier eyed the boy keenly for a moment and then answered the
question by asking one, as many who wait on the public have a habit of
doing.

"Why? Do you want to see the sheriff?" he asked, suspiciously.

Clay was provoked, but tried not to show it as he replied,

"I thought I knew the man, that's all. Perhaps I was mistaken, for he
would have recognized me, I'm certain, if he had ever seen me before."

"Well, that's not the sheriff," the cashier replied, more civilly; "I
don't know who he is. He came in here this forenoon, for the first
time, with those two men, and he has been in here twice since. There
are others with him, too, for people kept coming in and making reports
of some kind to him. One made a sign to him, through the glass, while
you were eating. He may be a crook, for all I know."

Clay thanked the cashier and went away, turning in the direction of
the river front immediately. At the next corner he came face to face
with the cashier of the bank where he had secured the deposit box. The
banker extended a hand in greeting.

"I was just wishing," he said, "that I could run across you this
afternoon. I have a little spare time, and I'd like to look over that
wonderful boat of yours. Not long ago I saw a full-page description of
your river trips in a Chicago newspaper."

"Come along, then," Clay replied. "You'll have a good chance to see it
by daylight if you go now. It isn't very much of a boat, but we're
proud of it. It is just an ordinary motor boat, with electrical
attachments which provide for lighting and cooking. There's also a
little refrigerator, cooled by water, and a container for holding
electricity in storage, so we have plenty of light when the boat is
not running. But come along and take a look at it."

As the two walked arm-in-arm down the street two men fell in behind
them, moving as they moved, fast or slow, and stopping whenever the
cashier drew up to explain some city feature to the boy. After a
couple of blocks of this work, the two walked faster and, coming in
advance of the two they had followed, turned about and greeted the
cashier warmly. They were promptly introduced to Clay as Hilton and
Carney.

"We're just going to the river to look over the _Rambler_, the famous
motor boat we have talked so much about," Benson, the cashier said.
"If Mr. Emmett, here, has no objections, I'd like to have you go along
with us."

"No objections whatever," Clay responded. "There isn't much to see,
but such as it is you are welcome to have a look."

Clay did not observe the significant look which passed from the
cashier to the two men, as they walked along toward the boat. They
soon reached the pier and went aboard the _Rambler_, finding Case,
Chet, Jule and Mose there. The bear cub attracted a great deal of
attention, and Chet seemed to take special interest in the doings of
the party.

The three men did not hurry themselves at all, but took their time
about everything. They inspected the bunks and the cupboard, and even
looked into the storage places under the decks and the cabin floor.

Clay was with them most of the time, but now and then they halted and
conversed together in low tones, so, of course, the boy dropped away
from the group. He considered this a strange proceeding on the part of
the guests, but said nothing.

Finally they asked Clay all sorts of questions about their progress
down the river, when they left Rock Island, when they touched at St.
Louis, and when they reached Cairo. The boy, though wondering,
answered the rather personal questions frankly.

It was almost dark when the visitors left the boat. Their last visit
had been made to the cabin, to inspect the electric stove, and they
passed the boys on the prow as they went ashore. For a time after
their departure the boys discussed the unusual conduct of the
visitors, and then Chet and Clay went in to prepare supper.

Taking advantage of a momentary absence of Chet from the cabin, Clay
looked in the hiding-place where he had left the leather bag in which
the diamonds had been brought on shore. The bag was gone! Clay
hastened out on deck to meet two astonished boys.

"Say," Case said, "what's come over Chet? He came out of the cabin
like a shot and jumped off on the pier. Then, without even stopping to
look back, he ran down into the city! What have you been doing to
him?"

Clay stood for a moment like one incapable of speech, then he dropped
into a deck-chair and laughed until the tears ran down his cheeks.
Captain Joe and Teddy joined the others in their criticism of his
strange actions.

"You didn't get too many high balls while in the city, did you?" asked
Case.

"You might have kept sober enough to bring Alex. back with you!" Jule
put in.

"Ah believe yo' done scare dat lad off de boat!" little Mose
suggested.

"Well," Clay explained, presently, "I suppose I ought to treat the
matter more seriously, for we may have lost Chet for good, but it is
funny for all that."

"Why don't you pass it around?" demanded Case. "Let us in on the
laugh!"

"You all know what I did with the articles we found on Chet," Clay
responded. "Well, when I took the valuables out of the leather bag, I
put burrs from the repair kit and pieces of broken dishes into the bag
and hid it where I thought Chet might find it if he looked long
enough."

"I don't see anything funny in that," observed Case, with a frown.

"Just wait! When I looked for the bag, just now, it was gone, and the
next thing I hear is that Chet has taken to his heels. You see what
has happened!"

"The poor little chap!" exclaimed Case. "I'm sorry for him."

"So am I," Clay agreed, "but he ought to have been honest with us."

"We knew what to expect," Jule suggested. "He said he'd get the gems
back if he could, didn't he? Now he thinks he's got them, and is
lugging off a lot of truck not worth a cent! I call that a shame!"

Clay looked thoughtful for a second and then burst out:

"But is he? Look here, fellows," he went on, excitedly, "suppose he
never took the bag at all! Suppose Chet found it and changed his mind
about running off with it! Suppose one of the visitors took it!
Suppose that is what they were here for; suppose Chet missed it as
soon as they went away and chased on after them!"

"You said the visitors were bankers!" exploded Jule. "What about
that?"

"One of them was, but I don't know anything about the others. Strange
they should all be so eager to inspect the _Rambler_! Strange they
should get off by themselves and talk in whispers! I reckon we're
knee-deep in mystery!"

"Well, where did you leave Alex.?" asked Jule. "He hasn't come back
yet!"

"And here's another funny thing," Clay went on, without answering the
question, directly. "We saw Red, the Robber, up town, dressed like a
gentleman! Alex. followed him out of the place where we saw him, and
may have got into trouble!"

"Then the stealing of the bag is Red's work!" decided Case. "No need
to guess about that any more! How he got his men in with the banker I
don't know, but he did it, and one of them took it, and poor Chet saw
that it was gone, and now he is following a bag filled with crockery
about the city!"

"Pshaw!" Jule exclaimed. "It is dollars to doughnuts that Chet got the
bag himself! He said he'd swipe it if he got a chance. You all know
that!"

A figure now came dashing down the pier at break-neck speed and Alex.
leaped on the deck and dropped into a chair, wiping the sweat from his
face.

"Did you find who he was?" asked Clay, as the boys all gathered around
Alex.

Alex. told the story of the steamer and the wrecked stateroom, and
ended with the talk he had had with Red, while the boys looked on in
wonder at the odd twist things were getting into. Even Teddy Bear
seemed impressed by the mystery, Jule declared!

"And how did you get away from him?" demanded Case. "How did you get
back here?"

"I jumped and ran, and he caught me," was the reply. "Then he made me
promise not to say a word about his escapade on the _Rambler_ and let
me go! Can you beat it?"

"What did he have you locked up for?" asked Clay. "I don't understand
that."

"Just because he wanted that promise," Alex. suggested. "Is that the
answer?"

"It may be," Clay admitted, "but here's the question: Is he a robber
or a detective? Is he on the level, or is he just a clever scoundrel?"

"Perhaps Alex. can judge better of that when he knows what has taken
place here," Case suggested, going on with the story of the
disappearance of the leather bag.

"Red's gang got it," laughed Alex., without a moment's hesitation, as
Case finished the story. "He knew Clay put something in the bank, and
asked me what it was. Yes, we know all about it now!"

"I just believe Chet took the bag, thinking the gems were in it,"
insisted Jule.

"We'll never know the truth until we find the lad," Clay said, with a
sigh.

"Unless Red, the Robber, shows up again in a confidential mood," Alex.
laughed.

"If the supplies I ordered are all in," Clay went on, "I think we'd
better be on our way. There's mystery in the very air here!"

"If we stay here long," Alex. prophesied, "the coon I biffed on the
shin may show up, lookin' for revenge, or Red may come after pay for
the furniture I smashed!"

"What did he say about that furniture?" grinned Jule. "You've got the
nerve!"

"He never mentioned it," was the reply. "Say," the lad went on, "I
believe that chap is all to the good, after all! He seemed to think
the smash act was funny."

During the afternoon Case and Mose had caught a large fish and Chet
had succeeded in bringing down a wild duck, so the cooking of supper
was an elaborate affair. Then Clay made light biscuits and coffee, and
fried potatoes, and the boys were as happy as well-fed boys with no
one to "boss," usually are, except that they missed Chet.

After supper they discussed the proposition of waiting there a day in
the hope of finding the runaway boy, but it was finally decided that
he could find them easier than they could find him, so they started
the motors and went on toward the Gulf.

The early part of the night was bright, so the boys ran down about
twenty miles, as the river ran, and then tied up below a "tow-head"
which stuck up out of the water below an island of good size. They
found it necessary to take this precaution always, for the wash of
large steamers passing up and down would have rattled things in the
_Rambler_, if the motor boat was not capsized.

At midnight the sky became overcast with threatening clouds and the
wind blew in fitful gusts. There seemed to be no danger of their being
disturbed by visitors that night, but all the same they thought best
to station a watchman, and Case volunteered to keep awake and see that
"no one flew away with the boat," as he expressed it.

Somewhere about two o'clock in the morning, the boy, who was having
hard work keeping awake, heard the puff and bellow of an approaching
steamer, toiling up against the strong current. Almost at the same
instant he felt a jar, as if the boat had been struck by floating
driftwood. He switched on the prow light to see what was doing, but
quickly extinguished it as the steamer came up and a heavy rowboat
dropped away from her!




CHAPTER XVI

WHAT DROPPED ON DECK


"I guess my turning on that light started something!" the boy mused,
as he darkened the small electric globe in the cabin and sat down to
await developments. He kept just inside the cabin door at first, for
the wind was cold and searching.

For a few moments he could hear the working of oars and the push of
the current on an advancing boat, and then all was silent save the
sighing of the wind and the wash of the river, still burdened at times
with floating wreckage. It seemed to him that the boat which had
slipped away from the steamer had anchored somewhere near the
_Rambler_.

"I fully believe," Case grunted, as he finally left the cabin and
looked out upon the dim river from the deck, "that if we should fly
through the air on a cloud there would be some scamp watching us from
another cloud! It's rotten, the way we are chased about!"

The boy did not know that his complaint had found words until he heard
a chuckle close to his side and turned about to faintly distinguish
the freckled face of Alex., who stood looking over the river to the
south.

"You've got no kick coming!" Alex. declared. "You wouldn't go on these
river trips if we found nothing more than scenery, any more than I
would! It seems like living to be chased about, as you call it! If it
wasn't for the mystery and adventure in the jaunts I'd be at home in
little old Chicago--and that's where you'd be, too!"

"Well," Case returned, "I'd like to get one night off occasionally!"

"What is it now?" asked Alex. "I heard the steamer pass, but that
didn't mean anything to me. What's going wrong now? Tell your old
uncle Alex. all about it!"

"Uncle nothing!" laughed Case, restored to better humor by the
optimism of the other. "If you want to know what's on the string, go
and get a glass and try to find a rowboat in this mess of river and
black sky. A safety razor that won't cut air will be given to the
first one that discovers the boat!"

"Oh!" cried Alex. "There's a boat watching us! All right! Now I feel
better! I was beginning to wonder when we'd have something to stir us
up!"

"The boat dropped off when the steamer went up," Case explained. "I
saw it under the lights, but of course it vanished in the darkness as
soon as the big boat passed."

"There's something going on, then!" Alex. declared. "Of course they
wouldn't know on board the steamer in the dark, that we were here, and
so the thing which is going to happen is set to come off on shore. I'm
going to stay awake and see what it is."

"You see," Case stated, hesitatingly, "I heard a bump on the hull of
the _Rambler_, just as the steamer was churning into sight, around
that bend, and turned on the prow light to see about it! That's why
the rowboat dropped off here, I take it."

Alex. gave vent to a long, low whistle.

"Then we've got into the spot-light again!" he said. "It won't be any
trouble for me to keep awake now! Shall we tell Clay the glad news, or
let him sleep?"

"Oh, let him sleep! We can run this watch, all right!"

While the boys whispered and listened, the long, bellowing roar of a
locomotive whistle came to their ears from the east. Then came the
distant rumble of a train.

"What do you make of that?" asked Case. "I thought we were in the
heart of a wild river country, and here come a train of cars--palace
cars, I'll go you, at that!"

"About three or four miles from the river, in the state of
Mississippi," laughed Alex., "runs the old Yazoo & Mississippi
railroad. There are little towns all along its line. Perhaps the boat
dropped off the steamer to make one of the country bergs! We never
thought of that, did we?"

Case pulled the other by the arm and both drew away from the gunwale.

"There's a boat out there now," he declared, in a whisper. "I heard
the tunk of an oar then! I'll bet they are trying to get on board!"

"Got your gun?" asked Alex.

"Sure thing I have," was the reply.

"And your searchlight?"

"You know it!"

"So have I," Alex. went on. "Now, if they try to board the _Rambler_,
we'll lie low until they begin to climb over the rail. Then we'll turn
on our electrics. If they are strangers, and look like river pirates,
we'll shoot them up! What?"

"But why not turn on the prow light?" asked Case.

"Because we can handle the electric flashlights quicker. If we have to
show the light and shoot, be quick to change your position after the
light is switched off. Then, if they shoot back, they won't hit you."

There was a boat approaching. There was no doubt about that. And the
people on board of her were doing their best to keep their movements
from being known by those of the _Rambler_. Case and Alex. could hear
the dash of oars, and now and then a rough command. The two boys sat
in silence and waited.

Then, as Case and Alex. afterward complained, something happened which
"spoilt all the fun!" Captain Joe came out of the cabin and gave forth
a series of threatening growls, and Teddy added to the warning by
saying things in bear talk!

The mysterious boat came on no longer. There were still sounds of the
working of a heavy craft in a strong current, but these gradually died
out.

"I'd like to throw you both into the river after them!" Alex. scolded
at the animals, as they came around him, asking to be congratulated on
their success in driving off the visitors! "Now we'll be haunted by
those fellows for a week, while if you had kept quiet we'd have
settled with them right here!"

"Suppose we turn on the power and chase 'em up?" asked Case.

"And give them a chance to do all the shooting!" replied Alex.
scornfully. "I'm not looking for a watery grave in the Mississippi."

"Well," Case continued, "if you don't want to follow them up, just to
see what they look like, perhaps we'd better drop down a short
distance. If we can't fight them, we don't want to feel that they're
right under our noses, waiting for a chance to get us into a hole! I'd
rather face a hundred men in the open than know that one was skulking
about me in the darkness!"

"This is a fierce old stream for strangers to travel on in the dark!"
Alex. said.

"I know it, but----"

Before the boy could finish the sentence a faint jar came, as if some
person had caught hold of the anchor chain and given it a pull, or
hung his weight on it.

"There's our friend!" Case whispered. "Now, get ready with your gun!"

In a second, while the boys listened, they heard a hard substance fall
on the deck. Alex.'s light flashed around the gunwale, but there was
no one in sight.

In the middle of the deck, however, still dripping from the river, lay
the leather bag which had held the diamonds, and which had held only
burrs and broken crockery when last seen on board the _Rambler_! Alex.
picked it up, found that it was still half full of some hard
substances, and shut off the light.

"You saw it?" he asked of Case, as he cuddled down by the boy's side.

"Of course! The leather bag!"

"What do you think of it?" demanded Alex.

"I don't think!" admitted Case. "I've lost the power of thought!"

"But what did they throw it back here for?" insisted Alex.

"Why did who throw it back here?" chuckled Case.

"Now, look here, Smarty," Alex. continued. "There are only four
persons who could have taken that bag from the boat, the cashier and
his two friends, and Chet."

"Unless the dog ate it, or Teddy threw it overboard."

"Oh, quit your foolishness! Now, which one of the four is out there in
the river? Whoever it is has a sense of humor, for the tossing of the
bag back shows that the situation is appreciated."

"You notice the steamer came UP the river?" asked Case.

"Yes; what of it?" demanded Alex. "I don't see anything in that."

"Well, that shows that whoever threw the bag on deck came from down
stream! It shows, too, that we have been watched every minute, for
reasons which we don't know anything about!"

"Yes, in order to keep track of us they might have taken the railroad
down the river bank and then taken a steamer up, so as to meet us on
the way down! I see something in it now. But who is it?"

"It may be Chet!" suggested Case. "He may have returned the bag just
to show us that he knows about the removal of the diamonds."

"I just believe Chet is out there somewhere, and that he would come on
board if he knew we wouldn't raise a row about the way he left us!"
declared Alex.

"I give it all up!" Case returned. "It's your watch now, and I'm going
to bed! If there's anything good to eat thrown on deck out of the
darkness, just wake me up, otherwise let me alone. I'll hunt up my
dream book to-morrow and find what it says about leather bags dropping
out of the sky!"

Alex. sat alone in the dim night, watching the river and the dark
bottom lands of the island for a long time before anything attracted
his attention. Then a light, like that made by a camp-fire, sprang up
on the Mississippi side of the river.

He could see figures moving about in front of the blaze, but of course
could not distinguish faces. Presently the low, weird chant of a
plantation song came over the waters. It was evident that a gang of
negroes, possibly railroad repair men, was passing the night in camp
on the shore.

As Alex. listened to the plaintive songs he heard a splash in the
water at the side of the boat, and shot his light in that direction. A
stick was floating away, and the boy concluded that it was that which
had made the noise he had heard.

He heard the negroes come to the bank of the river to gather driftwood
for the fire, and heard their drawling voices saying something of the
river going down fast, but could not catch the full import of their
words.

The companionship of the fire and the voices was something to the boy,
and he sat until daylight began to show in perfect contentment. Then
he went into the cabin to get a line, it being his idea to surprise
the boys with a fish breakfast.

He looked at the sleeping faces for a moment and started when he came
to a rug in the corner where Mose usually slept! Captain Joe was
there, his nose in his paws, but Mose was not there! Alex. searched
the boat. The negro boy was gone! The amazed boy half pulled Clay out
of his bunk and began the story of the night.

"We're not yet out of the enchanted land," he said. "We are still
seeing things! The leather bag comes back out of the sky, and Mose
goes up in the air. I'm for getting down to the Gulf right soon."

"Have you looked in the bag for any solution of the puzzle?" asked
Clay. "There may be a note of some kind there: a note of explanation.
See?"

"Yes," declared Alex., pointing over the side, and not answering the
question about the bag, "I see that we are stuck in the mud, and not
likely to get out until another flood, a year, or perhaps two years,
off."




CHAPTER XVII

GETTING OUT OF THE MUD


Clay's face plainly expressed the dismay he felt as he bent over the
gunwale and looked downward in the growing light of the morning. The
_Rambler_ lay in a bed of soft, oozy mud, with harder ground between
her and the "tow-head."

"I presume," Alex. said, "that the people of this country will be glad
to see that the river lowered in the night! So are we?"

"We ought to have provided against this," Clay exclaimed, in
self-reproach. "We might just as well have anchored a few yards
farther down. What next, I wonder?"

"The longer we wait before getting the motor boat into the water,"
Alex. said, "the harder work it will be, for the river is lowering
every minute."

Clay scratched his head and estimated the distance to deep water.

"We'll have to put on our bathing suits and take to the mud," he
decided. "By all taking hold, we may be able to get her out of this
mess. Nice job it is, too!"

"Sure!" Alex. grinned. "Mud baths are healthful! There's Mike Cogan,
the Chicago politician, he goes to take mud baths twice a year! If we
had him here now we wouldn't charge him a cent for his cure! I think
he'd like it, too."

"I'll wake Case and Jule, and we'll get right at it," Clay said. "I
wish a lot of husky plantation hands would happen along in a shanty
boat."

"There was a group of them over on the Mississippi side last night,"
Alex. explained. "We might get them, if they are there yet. Say," he
continued, with a grin, "I believe that is where the little coon went!
He saw the camp-fire and heard the plantation songs, and couldn't
remain away from his own people!"

"In that case," Clay suggested, "the little rascal will be back soon."

"Never can tell about boys of the Mose stripe," Alex. predicted. "He
may follow the men off and never show up here again."

Clay started for the cabin to arouse Case and Jule and then turned
back to ask:

"Did that pocket book--the bag, rather, that had the diamonds in, make
its appearance before or after Mose disappeared?"

"I don't know when Mose lit out," was the reply. "At one time I heard
a splash in the river and looked to see what it was about, but Mose
was not in sight then. There was only a large stick floating in the
stream. Still, he might have gone at that time. If he did, he left
long after the bag was thrown on deck. What about it?"

"I was thinking that he might have followed off the person who threw
the bag," Clay explained, "though I can't understand why he should
have gone away so secretly. Did the dog make any remarks about the
time the bag reached the deck?"

"Nix on Captain Joe! He's getting too sleepy! He stirred only once in
the night, and that was when the boat was coming up to us. He
frightened the pirates away, when Case and I had planned to shoot 'em
up!"

"Then," concluded Clay, "when we reach the truth of it, we'll discover
that it was Chet who was around here last night, and who threw the bag
on deck. You know we have been thinking, all along, that he might have
taken it."

"That's what Jule insists on," Alex. returned, "while the rest of us
think one of the visitors took it, and that Chet chased off the boat
to get it back, not knowing that the diamonds had been taken out of
it."

"It seems clear now," Clay replied, "that Chet took it. In the first
place, there is no good reason for supposing that the visitors would
find the bag, or take it if they did find it; or take any trouble to
return it after they had found its contents of no value. Chet got it,
all right, and, disappointed and chagrined at the substitution we had
made, he lost no time in throwing it back at us."

"Chet was broke, wasn't he?" asked Alex., with a sly grin.

"So far as I know, yes. Anyway, he didn't look like a millionaire when
we took him on board and fixed him out with a suit of your clothes!"

"Then how would he ride up the river in a steamer, or ride down the
river to the next town to take the steamer, or hire a rowboat and pay
the captain of the steamer for letting him off in his boat as soon as
he saw the light of the _Rambler_?"

"You smash all my solutions," laughed Clay. "Now, give me one of your
own, so I can smash that,"

"I ain't no prophet!" grinned the red-headed boy, "but I'm gambling
that when we get down to the bottom of matters we'll find Red, the
Robber, in the mess!"

"We have already found him in the mess," laughed Clay. "He knew,
according to your story, that I had put something in the safety
vaults! Besides, he seemed to own the steamer you were on, didn't he?"

"He seemed to be the boss."

"Suppose we quit guessing and get the _Rambler_ out of the mud,"
suggested Clay, then.

Case and Jule were called out on deck, and the lads, clad only in
their bathing suits, were soon wallowing in the soft mud, which was so
deep that they could get no footing at all, and so could not lift on
the boat. In fact, the more they tried to lift the boat, to slide it
toward deep water, the deeper she seemed to sink.

"We're up against a beautiful proposition!" Jule exclaimed, climbing
back on deck and leaning over the gunwale. "If we jar the boat any
more, we'll have to take a trip to China and pull it through from the
other side!"

Clay plowed out of the mud and made his way to the "tow-head" where he
began examining the growth of willows. He seemed satisfied with what
he saw, for he began cutting the long wands and called to the others
to join him.

"What's doing?" asked Case.

"This ain't no island improvement corporation!" Alex. grinned.

"I know what he's up to!" Jule shouted, and in a second he was off the
deck, cutting willows and throwing them into a heap at the edge of the
hard ground.

"We've got to make mattresses of these willows," Jule declared, wiping
the sweat from his face. "I read about that in a paper not long ago."

"To sleep on?" asked Alex., with a wink at Case.

"Silly!" roared Jule. "Get busy, both of you."

When a great stack of the willow wands had been cut, Clay and Jule
began roughly braiding them together. In this way two mattresses a
foot in thickness and nearly twelve feet square were constructed
before noon. During all this time the boys had seen nothing of Chet,
of Mose, or of the negroes who had camped on the shore the previous
night. They had also overlooked breakfast!

The novelty of their employment had so engaged their attention that
they felt no need of food until Teddy appeared on the deck sitting up
like a man, begging for his breakfast! Then Alex. threw down the wands
he was carrying to Clay, who was doing the weaving at that time, and
sprang over to the boat with a chuckle of amusement.

"You're all right, Teddy Bear!" he cried. "We don't know enough to eat
when we're hungry, do we? We'll show 'em what it is to feed up right
without delay."

"What you going to get for dinner?" demanded Jule, putting a hand to
his stomach to show how empty it was. "I want a whale fried whole!"

"Get your whale, then," advised Alex.

"Perhaps you think I can't!" laughed Jule. "Pass out my line and rod
and I'll show you whether I'm a fisherman or not!"

Alex. did as requested and Jule waded through the mud to where there
was a bit of hard ground, next the island, with a little swirl of
water close by.

"Watch me now!" he cried.

But the boys did not care to watch him. Case and Clay continued the
work of braiding mattresses, and Alex. got out a gun and sat on deck
watching for ducks, of which there were plenty in that vicinity.
Presently a yell from Jule called the attention of the others to him.
He was fighting a fish which seemed to the astonished boys to be not
less than ten feet in length, and the fish was pulling him down
stream.

"Give me a hand!" the boy shouted. "He's pulling me in!"

"Let go the line!" cried Alex.

"And lose it!" answered Jule. "Not much! Give me a hand!"

Case and Clay both rushed to the boy's assistance, and with great
effort a monster fish was landed in the mud. Jule was jubilant.

"The biggest catch of the trip!" he declared. "Who says I can't
produce a whale when I feel the need of a whole one fried?"

Case and Clay leaned back and screamed with amusement. Alex. looked on
with a grin which was more provoking than the laughter of the others.

"Have all the fun you can," roared Jule, "but don't get gay!"

"Throw him back into the river!" Clay advised, poking at the catch.
"That is just a big catfish, and no one eats them save the negroes!
They're tougher than the tripe at Bill's restaurant, in Chicago!"

"I guess you won't throw him away!" yelled Jule.

"All right!" Clay answered. "Take him to bed with you, if you want to,
but kindly see if you can't get a bass for our dinner. There are
plenty of them in here."

Reluctantly Jule started the catfish back toward his natural element,
and the big fellow seemed to thank him with a parting wave of his tail
as he took to the water. In a few moments he had a fine large bass,
weighing six or eight pounds, and before long Alex. had a couple of
ducks, so work was suspended while dinner was cooked and eaten. After
the meal the work was continued until Case declared there were enough
willow mattresses on hand to float a city.

Then the mattresses were hauled alongside the _Rambler_ and a
considerable part of the cargo of the boat was put out on them. Thus
lightened, and having a strong footing, the lads had no difficulty in
pushing the _Rambler_ out into deep water.

"What shall we do with the mattresses now?" asked Clay, as the boat
swung off the bottom. "We have spent too much time on them to throw
them away!"

"Tow them along," advised Case. "It won't cost us anything to tote
them along, and we may have use for them. A man could build a tent on
them, by fastening them together, and live there. I'm strong for
taking them with us."

This was finally agreed to, and the boys were about to start down the
stream again when a shout from the Mississippi side of the river
attracted their attention.

"There's that little coon!" laughed Case. "See the rascal! He's going
to swim to the boat, or going to try to!"

"He never can do it," Clay declared. "We'll have to swing the
_Rambler_ over that way and pick him up. He's making a swift run,
though!"

"Well," Alex. replied, "just you look behind him and see what he's
running from."

Half a dozen negroes and one white man were now seen running down the
river bank in pursuit of Mose. They seemed to redouble their exertions
when the _Rambler_ shot over toward the boy, but were obliged to halt
when the boy was picked up and the boat went on down stream, towing
the willow mattresses in her wake!

Mose dropped down on deck, panting and rolling his eyes.

"Ah'm scared white!" he chattered. "Fo' de Lawd, dat's de man what
trun dis coon an' Captain Joe into the ribber up no'th! Ah's scared of
him!"




CHAPTER XVIII

SWEPT INTO A SWAMP


"Who threw you and Captain Joe into the river, up north?" demanded
Jule. "Wake up and tell us what's the matter with you. What were those
people chasing you for?"

Mose only sat up on deck and rolled his eyes as the _Rambler_
increased the distance between the pursuers and himself. Seeing that
he was now beyond their reach, he arose and leaned over the gunwale
and made funny insulting faces at them.

"What does he mean?" asked Jule, turning to Clay. "Who's chasing him?"

"Don't you remember how Sam, the Robber, the fellow who, with Red,
captured the _Rambler_ in the bayou, threw the boy and the dog out,
and how they lay in the grounds at the old house until dusk and then
came to your rescue?" asked Clay. "You must have a poor memory, I
think."

"I didn't know whether it was Red or Sam who threw him in," Jule
explained.

"So that's Sam over there with the negroes?" questioned Alex. "What
did you do to them, Mose? Where did you go last night? What do you
mean by forming an exploring expedition all by yourself and having all
the fun?"

"Ah went 'shore to hear de singin'," the boy replied, "an' dey cotch
me stealin' de yaller leg chicken, an' say de's goin' to beat dis coon
up plenty!"

"You swam all that way to steal a chicken?" asked Jule. "Was it
cooked?"

"Yaller leg chicken!" insisted the boy.

"Was it cooked?" persisted Jule. "Where did they get it?"

"Dey say it done lef' de roos' an' follow dem into camp!"

"Did you eat a whole one?" asked Case. "A whole yellow-legged
chicken?"

Mose grinned and showed the whites of his eyes.

"Ah shore did!" he replied, and Jule declared that he would willingly
have helped him do it if he had only known about it!

"What were they talking about last night?" asked Clay, as the
_Rambler_ turned a bend and lost sight of the negroes and Sam, still
gesticulating fiercely, on the east shore.

"They're sho' goin' to get you-all!" was the reply. "They goin' to
steal dis boat, first thing you know. Ah'm scart ob dat white man!"

The little fellow could tell very little of the talk he had heard
while detained in the negro camp. He knew that Sam, the Robber, was
there with the negroes, and that he was continually urging them to
help him secure the _Rambler_, but that was all. Of their plans he
knew nothing but this.

During the afternoon the boys passed a great many steamers, going up
the river, some with supplies for those who had been made homeless by
the flood. Fortunately the levees had held, but the water had filled
in back of them, in some instances and destroyed much property. The
lagoons and swamps up river were still flooded, and in places farming
land was still being washed away.

All the way down, until night closed in, they saw gangs of negroes on
the levees, fishing drift wood out of the water. In some instances
small out-houses were brought out in good condition. One shanty boat
the boys saw had the cupola of a house set up on the prow, and a farm
bell in the top of it was ringing as the raft bobbed in the currents
of the river. Now and then families were seen gathered on the levees,
evidently waiting for a steamer to take them off.

The boys kept up good speed until night and then tied up in a small
cove on the lower side of an island, not far from the Mississippi
side.

"We have been going pretty fast," Clay observed, as the boat was
worked in behind a point so as to be out of the wash of the steamers.
"We haven't a thing to do until we get back to Chicago, and we can
take all the time we want getting back. How is that for a peaceful
life, Mose?" he added, turning to the little negro boy.

Mose showed a mouthful of white teeth and a pair of chalk-white
eyeballs.

"It takes a corkscrew to get conversation out of Mose!" Jule observed.

"I think I can make him talk," laughed Alex. "Mose," he went on, "I'll
give you a plate of honey for supper if you'll tell me where Chet is
and who threw the leather bag on deck last night?"

"Some one fro' what?" asked the little fellow.

"Some one threw this on the boat in the night," Alex. answered,
handing the bag to the boy. "Did you hear any one around before you
left?"

The negro boy rolled his eyes for a minute then took the bag and held
it under the nose of Captain Joe, who sniffed at it for a second and
then walked back to the place in the cabin where Chet had slept.

"De dawg sho' know who fro' dat bag!" he said, patting Captain Joe on
the head.

"That shows why the dog didn't make a row when the person who threw it
got close enough to the boat to heave it on deck!" Jule laughed.

"It takes a little coon to find out things about animals!" grinned
Alex. "Here we've been studying over who tossed the bag, and Mose
settles the question in a minute. That is sure some coon!"

"There's an affinity between a boy and a dog, anyway!" Clay laughed.

"I wonder if the kid is right?" Case questioned.

The boys discussed the matter during supper, and, right or wrong, Mose
was given his plate of honey, which he was obliged to divide with
Teddy!

The night passed away without incident, and early morning found the
_Rambler_ on her way to the Gulf again. The day was not different from
other days for a week. The boys passed plantations and villages,
swamps and lagoons, which seemed to have escaped the force of the
flood, but now and then came to a wrecked cabin toppling from a bank.

They secured a supply of gasoline at a small place near the Arkansas
line and at night found themselves in the heart of a desolate country.
When they tied up they were at the mouth of a lagoon which seemed to
lead into a great swamp.

"It is a sure thing that no leather bags will be thrown on deck
to-night," Clay observed, as supper was prepared. "We are even off the
track of the steamers, for they seem to stick to the opposite side of
the stream."

"This would be a dandy spot for a band of river pirates to inhabit,"
Jule added.

"Don't talk about pirates!" admonished Clay. "You'll have Mose turning
white again. Some day he'll turn so white with fright that he will
never turn black again, and he wouldn't like that, would you, Mose?"

"Ah's 'tented wif mah color," answered the boy.

"That's all right, as long as you are on the boat," Alex. put in, "but
you jump into the lagoon and see how long you'll last. An alligator
will leave a fat pig any time to make a dinner off a black boy!"

"Quit scaring the boy!" exclaimed Case. "First thing you know, he will
be afraid to swim ashore to steal a yellow-legged chicken roasted by
tramps!"

When darkness fell a soft wind came out of the west and a slow rain
began falling. It was wild and uncanny outside, but bright and warm in
the cabin. Alex. entertained his chums for a time with stories of the
Mississippi, and explained how Grant had shortened the stream by
cutting a new channel at Vicksburg, but all were tired, and by nine
o'clock all were asleep save Jule, who was to stand guard that night,
and Mose who was moving restlessly about.

"Come on into the cabin, Mose," Jule finally ordered, "and go to bed,
like a good coon! You'll get wet out on deck!"

The boy entered the cabin and sat down near the stove, in which a
small fire was burning. Jule regarded him attentively.

"What's the matter with you to-night?" he finally asked.

"Ah hear a roar!" was the reply.

"That's the wind in the cypress trees," Jule explained.

"Is it de win' makes de ribber come up?" asked Mose, in a moment.

"Is the river rising?" asked Jule, going to the door and switching on
the prow light. "It ought to be running down."

By the light of the electric the boy saw that the river was indeed
rising. Little knolls which were above water when the boat had been
anchored were now under a swift current. The river was sweeping past
the mouth of the lagoon with a new force.

Presently trees and wreckage of different sorts were seen drifting
down, and there came a rushing sound which added greatly to the
weirdness of the scene.

"This beats me!" Jule muttered. "The flood has been going down for
nearly a week. There must have been heavy rains up to the north, and
at the sources of the rivers emptying into the Mississippi. I wonder
if it will do anything to us?"

At that moment a timber crashed against the _Rambler_, jarring it
considerably.

Clay and the others were out of their bunks in a minute, and out on
deck to see what had taken place. Alex. was the first one to grasp the
situation.

"We'll have to turn on the motors to hold this boat," he said. "The
anchor lies in the mud, and will pull away at the first push of a
current. First thing we know, we'll be down there in a cypress swamp!"

"You're excited!" Case called out. "We passed the flood two days ago."

"That's the trouble," Alex. explained. "We passed the flood! The crest
of it is still to the north of us. It has undoubtedly been raining up
river, and that has swelled the volume of water."

"Do you mean that we got down the river in advance of the flood?"
demanded Case.

"We have been going a little faster than the current, haven't we,
notwithstanding our tying up nights?" Alex. asked. "This little boat
has been going some! To-night the crest of the flood overtakes us.
See?"

"It doesn't look reasonable!" Case insisted. "I don't believe it!"

"The kid is right," Clay declared. "I have often read about boats
meeting the flood the second time, once when they passed it, and once
when it caught up with them."

The roaring sound which Mose had referred to now grew louder, sounding
like the rush of a long and heavily loaded freight train.

While the lads listened, hardly knowing what to do to protect
themselves, Mose pointed a shaking hand at a spot far down the lagoon.
Clay looked and saw a great blaze on what seemed a wooded knoll to the
west of the river.

"There's a camp down there!" he said.

"That makes it nice!" grinned Alex. "No honest men ever made camp in
that hole at this season of the year! It is dollars to tripe that if
we don't put on power the crest of the flood will wash us down, when
the full strength comes, and beach us among a band of river pirates!
If we don't get under way up stream we'll have do to something to make
the anchor hold!"

While the boys were discussing some way of accomplishing this, for
they did not like the idea of breasting the flood, the crest of the
flood came seething down the stream, a wall of water four feet high!
It swept over the point of land between the river and the bayou and
dashed against the _Rambler_.

The anchor held for a minute, then the boys knew that they were in
motion. The current seemed stronger there than in the river itself.

"The water is cutting a new channel below," Clay shouted, as the
_Rambler_ was swept away, "and we are headed for that swamp. Now, we
are in a peck of trouble!"




CHAPTER XIX

PILGRIMS FROM OLD CHICAGO


The "peck of trouble" referred to as their portion by Clay turned out
to be a full bushel, and good measure at that, in a very short time.
Although the boys turned on the power--a thing they should have done
long before--as soon as the crest of water came in sight, the
_Rambler_ was pitched down toward the swamp like a chip.

If the boys had been able to direct her course, they might have held
her in the current, and so kept out of the muck hole into which she
was swept when the water cut around a bend, driving straight on the
shore. But just as the craft was getting under control a mass of limbs
and cane-brake tangled her propellers, and she went down with the
flood, striking, as has been said, in a swamp where the head of the
bayou had been, and into which the water still poured.

It was pitch dark out on the river and in the swamp, but the lights of
the _Rambler_ cast a circle of illumination about the spot where she
lay, so that the black, bubbling water, with all the unclean reptiles
it was forcing forth from their haunts, was in full view. It was
carrying wreckage now, and this was piling up between the current and
the boat, shutting off all chances of backing out, even if the current
would have permitted it. It was indeed a desperate situation.

The motor boat had come to a stop against two monster cypress trees,
between which she had wedged her nose. Only for this she might have
been carried farther into the swamp, the water being deep for some
distance ahead.

During the whirling passage down the bayou, while the boat was bumping
against tree trunks and bounding off with a jar and a swish to go
swinging around again, like a foolish dancer doing the time limit,
Mose had clung tightly to one of Clay's legs. At the very beginning of
that mad race he had caught sight of a couple of alligators, and was
in deadly fear that they would climb on board and make a meal of him!

When the boat finally lodged between the giant trees, the little negro
boy bounded from the deck and, seizing hold of a mass of vines,
clambered up the tree to the west like a young monkey! Believing that
he would have to help the others up, he carried a rope with him!
Finally, sitting astride of a limb, he called down what he considered
very good advice to the boys on the boat.

"Dey done get yo', sho'!" he warned. "Catch on de rope an' shin up!"

Serious as the situation was, with the water trinkling in over the
stern of the motor boat, the boys grinned at each other at the fright
of the boy.

"Come on down!" Alex. called. "If the boat should break away from the
trees, you would be left alone in the swamp. Come on down and help get
the boat out of this blessed swamp! You may get out with your rope and
tow her if you want to!" he added, with a chuckle.

"Fo' de Lawd!" cried Mose, shuddering at the idea of getting into
water inhabited by monsters who would leave a fat pig to feast off a
black boy!

At least that was what one of the boys had said to him!

Attracted by the strange lights, walking and creeping things now began
gathering in the shadows at the rim of the circle of light. Once Clay
caught sight of the soft, appealing eyes of a deer, and now and then
the howls of a swamp cat came to their ears above the roaring of the
flood. Great water snakes struck their heads above the surface and
looked, red-eyed, and hostile, at the boys.

Swamp creatures with soft fur and frightened eyes crouched on fallen
trees and scanned the deck as a possible refuge. To make the scene
more desolate still, if possible, two round-eyed owls answered each
other's cries from a near-by cypress.

"Say," Jule whispered to Clay, during a little lull in the rain,
"there's a man by that tree. I've been watching him a long time. Look
at him!"

Clay followed the line of the pointing finger and laughed.

"Why, that's a bear!" he shouted. "A swamp bear--one of the kind Teddy
Roosevelt came down here to shoot when he was president! Let him alone
and he'll let us alone. They fight like devils when wounded or
molested."

The boys all agreed to let the bear alone, but Captain Joe and Teddy
seemed to have notions of hospitality. The dog barked invitingly, and
Teddy did a stunt of bear talk which brought the wanderer one tree
nearer to the boat. He was now in the circle of light, and could get
no nearer without swimming.

"He sees Teddy and wants to ask his advice!" Jule laughed.

At that moment Mose, noting that the boys were gazing fixedly in one
direction, turned his eyes that way and saw the bear. The shriek he
let out might, it seemed, have been heard in New Orleans, if the wind
had been blowing in that direction!

"Ah's a gone coon!" he wailed, after that one yell. "Ah's a goin' whar
de good niggers go! Good bear! Good bear!" he added coaxingly.

The bear looked upon the scene for a moment longer with disapproving
eyes and then turned away. For a moment he was seen walking on jammed
logs, alternately wading through shallow places, and then he was lost
in the darkness.

"There!" Alex. called out to Mose, "you've frightened our bear off!"

"Dat yo' bear?" asked Mose. "Den yo' keep yo' animile out our ya'd!"

Although frequently invited to return to the boat, Mose insisted on
keeping his place in the tree. Now and then he called out that a bear
or a deer was about to board the _Rambler_, but for the most part he
sat still, looking about for more things to be frightened at!

The _Rambler_ was now securely fastened in between the two trees,
standing on a level, or floating on a level, rather. There was
considerable water under the deck, it having worked its way down
through the joints about the hatches, and the boys proceeded to lift
all available covers and bail it out.

"How are we ever going to get out of here?" asked Jule, working away
with a basin and a sponge. "These trees will hold us forever."

"We'll have to cut them down, Silly!" answered Case. "Just as soon as
the water goes down, we'll crawl out on one of the mattresses and fix
the propellers."

"Mattresses!" answered Jule. "They drifted away long ago."

"Look ahead and see," remarked Case, and Jule did so.

The willow and brake mattresses which had been towed down stream were
loose from the motor boat, but they were in sight, having lodged
against the mud bank farther in the swamp. They could be reached, the
boys figured, by a little wading after the flood subsided, which it
was certain to do before long.

"You see," Case went on, "the trees will hold the boat up, like it was
in a dry dock, and we can fix the propellers and the leak and then
chop down the trees and get out. Perhaps we can follow this channel
out to the river. If there wasn't an opening somewhere, the current
here wouldn't be so fierce!"

"There may be a channel," Clay agreed, "but if there is it must be
full of standing trees and hidden snags. If we ever get out of here,
we'd better run back to the main channel, and keep out of such holes
in future!"

"There wouldn't be any fun in river trips," laughed Alex., swinging an
axe at the head of a water snake which was trying to get up on the
deck, "if it wasn't for the adventure there is in it! I wouldn't have
missed this for anything!"

With the last word of this endorsement of the situation on his lips
Alex. took a header over the gunwale of the boat into the water! A
great trunk had bunted the _Rambler_ on the port side, and she had
tipped so as to knock the boy off his feet and over the railing before
he could make up his mind what was coming off!

"Wow!" cried Clay, as the boy came, spluttering to the surface.

"You wouldn't miss this for anything!" roared Case.

"Bring a couple of snakes and an alligator out with you!" requested
Jule.

Mose, sitting on the limb, high up in the tree, called down to the boy
that a water snake was trying to get into his pocket, and that an
alligator was nosing about his leg.

Disregarding all comment and advice, Alex. crawled back on deck and
sat looking wrathfully into the flood. But his anger did not last
long.

"If that log hadn't come along," he said, "I should have forgotten my
bath. When it comes daylight, I'm going to get up a race with that
alligator, with the snake as referee! Mose can enter if he wants to!"

Mose shivered at the thought. He was now climbing higher. When near
the top he gave another yell and hustled down to a lower limb, where
he sat with his hands clinging tightly to the trunk.

"Fo' de Lawd's sake!" he shrieked.

"What is it now?" asked Jule. "If you don't come down I'll shoot you!"

Mose pointed to the rim of the light zone and cried that the river
robbers had come to get the boat. The boys looked where he pointed and
saw three young men standing in a submerged grove of cypress trees.
All were armed and all were bearded and forbidding in appearance. As
the boys looked one stepped forward.

"Just a second," Clay called. "That is near enough!"




CHAPTER XX

THE DARKEY UP THE TREE


While Case talked with the young man Clay went back into the cabin to
talk with Alex., who was now changing into dry clothing.

"Do you think the story that man is telling is all right?" he asked.

"I think he is telling the truth about the river thieves," Alex.
replied.

"I was wondering if that wasn't just a bait to help them get on
board."

"It may be, but there are river robbers in this section. They told us
that where we bought the gasoline. These may be the robbers, for all I
know, but we ought to make sure of that before turning them down.
They'll starve here, if they have lost their boat and provisions. Of
course they can get wild game, but I don't see how they are going to
cook it. We ought to give them a chance, anyway."

Clay went back to the deck and listened to the conversation between
Case and the visitor, who seemed a little annoyed at the doubting of
his word.

"Where did you live in Chicago?" he heard Case ask.

"In furnished rooms on Elizabeth street, near Washington boulevard,"
was the reply.

"Where did you work?" was the next question, impertinent and personal,
but seemingly necessary at that time.

"At a machine shop on Clinton street, not far from West Madison.

"Then you are machinists?"

"Yes, all of us. Business is dull in our line just now, and we thought
we'd make a hit with ourselves by spending a winter in the south."

"When did you leave Chicago?"

"We left Chicago last September," answered the man, turning toward the
rail. "We expect to get back sometime during the next century, if all
Chicago boys are as hospitable as you are! Now, with your permission,
I'll go back to my friends."

"How do you know we are from Chicago?" asked Clay, stepping forward.

The other laughed lightly and pointed to the boat's name on articles
scattered about.

"But, aside from that," he said, "we'd know you anywhere. The Chicago
newspapers carried a lot of feature stuff about your boat and your
trips."

"All right, stranger," one of the three answered, in rather a pleasant
tone of voice. "Just as you say!"

"What do you want?" asked Alex., still shivering from his cold bath.

"We want a ride out of this consarned swamp," was the reply.

"How did you get in here?" asked Clay. "Get out the way you got in!"
he added.

"Our shanty boat is smashed to flinders and our grub is gone,"
complained the other. "It don't look as if we could walk out of here,
does it?"

"Was that your fire we saw?" asked Case, drawing closer to the
gunwale.

"We had a fire before the flood pounced down upon us," was the reply.

"What shall we do?" asked Clay, facing the others. "If they are on the
square we can't leave them here. They would starve!"

"They may be pirates!" suggested Jule.

"I don't believe it," Case declared. "They don't look the part.
Besides, if they had designs on the boat, they could have picked us
off in the darkness, and we'd never have known where the bullets came
from. They're all right!"

"One of you come aboard," Clay instructed, "and we'll see what you
look like."

In plain view of the boys the man who had done the talking handed his
gun to a companion and struck out for the boat, walking on logs part
of the way, wading part of the way, and swimming when he could do
neither. In a moment he was on deck.

"The three of us," he explained, "were out of work at Chicago. We had
a little cash, and decided to come down here and spend the winter
where we wouldn't have room-rent or restaurant bills to pay. We
thought we could cut and market enough fish-poles out of the brake
swamps to pay our way back in the spring."

"That wasn't a bad idea!" Jule declared.

"We were getting along all right," the other went on, "until the river
thieves began troubling us. They stole our food, and at last began
stealing our poles. We were getting ready to go out when the flood
smashed our shanty boat into smithereens. Now we are up against it,
unless you take us with you. And," he added, with a quick glance
around, "you'd better take us on board, for the thieves are back there
in the swamp, with their envious eyes fixed on this boat. They are
mostly negroes, and escaped convicts."

"You ought to know that we've got to be careful," Clay said, as the
man was about to leave the boat. "We don't know anything about you,
except what you have told us, but we're going to take a chance on you.
Tell your friends to come on board."

In five minutes the three were in the cabin, trying on some of Clay's
clothes, for their own were not only wet but they oozed black muck.
When they were dressed again they passed their revolvers over to Clay,
with the statement that they wouldn't need them unless the river
pirates took a hand in the game that night.

"Have the ruffians been here long?" asked Clay.

"About a month ago," was the reply, "a lot of negroes broke away from
a convict camp off to the west somewhere. They came into this swamp
and built a camp on a knoll, which must, by the way, be under water
now. They are murderers, housebreakers and sneak thieves of the most
desperate kind. We tried to make friends with them, but it was of no
use. They think their camp is unknown, and so object to our getting
out and telling where it is. I half believe they will try to keep you
from getting out for the same reason."

"If it is all the same to you boys," another of the visitors said,
"we'd like something to eat. We were half starved when we came on
board. I think I can catch a fish or shoot a duck, so our supper won't
cost you anything only the bother of having us around. What do you
say? Do we eat?"

"I should say so!" cried Alex., sticking his head out of the cabin,
"and when you are out after game get enough for me a little lunch. I
haven't had anything to eat since dark!"

"Is that rowboat at the side all right?" asked the visitor, pointing
to the boat which had been found up the river. "If it is, I'll get a
little ways from the motor boat, in the shadows, and see what I can do
getting ducks."

"The boat is all right," Alex. answered, "and I'll go with you. I'm
beginning to feel the lack of adventure. I get awfully tired of this
monotony sometimes!"

They all laughed at the idea of there being any monotony in the
situation, there in the swamp, with the river roaring around them and
the watchful thieves in the thicket, and Alex. seemed quite annoyed at
the thought that they regarded his remark as a joke.

"Perhaps something will happen before you get back," Clay grinned.

"The boat may smash," said Jule, cheerfully. "It has been banged about
quite a lot since we got it. Or you may find some of the robbers.
There's no knowing what streak of good luck you may get into!"

"I'm not looking for any good luck of that kind!" the visitor said, as
he drew the rowboat around and clambered into it. "I've had all the
cheerful incidents of that character I care to have. When I get back
to Chicago, I'm going to get a room next to the Desplaines street
police station and go to bed at seven o'clock every night."

"What's your name?" asked Alex., abruptly as he pushed off from the
_Rambler_.

"Gregg Holder," was the reply. "I'm just Gregg to all my friends, but
I'm Bully Gregg on South Halstead street. The others are Eddie Butler
and Hank Quinn."

"That settles it!" grinned Alex. "I'm going back."

"What for?" asked Gregg, in surprise. "Don't you want a duck or a
fish?"

"Sure I do," was the reply, "but I'm afraid! You're the man that
fought Murphy to a draw? What? And Eddie Butler is the boy that bested
Murray!"

"You've got that right, kid," was the reply. "We've all been in the
prize ring, but we're no slum toughs. If you think the bears and
snakes and robbers are better company than we are," he added, "we'll
get out of your boat!"

"You're just the lads to give the pirates a good drubbing!" Alex.
laughed, "and so we'll ask you to remain with us and learn something
of the rules of polite society! Let me take one oar, unless you want
to keep on going round in a circle!"

"There's something pulling on the boat," Gregg said. "I can't keep it
on a straight line. See if you can find out what has tangled us."

Alex. turned on his searchlight and cast its rays on the water ahead.
Then he dropped his light in the bottom of the boat and stuck his
hands out straight. Gregg looked up as the light fell, then dropped
the oars and stuck his hands out straight!

"This is the adventure you wanted!" Gregg said, as half a dozen
negroes showed on a hummock only a few feet away. "We're held up by
the river thieves!"

"What do you fellows want?" Alex. demanded, looking straight into the
muzzle of a gun that seemed to have a bore as large as the Hudson
river tunnel.

"We want that boat, so we can get on board the motor contraption,"
said a voice.

"That's no negro!" whispered Alex. "It is a white man blacked up!"

"Right you are!" replied Gregg.

"What are you boys talking about?" demanded the holder of the
threatening gun.

"We were telling each other how glad we were to meet you!" Alex.
snarled.

"You're a nervy kid, anyhow," said the other. "Push the boat up here,
so we can get in. We were raised as pets, and don't want to get wet."

There was nothing to do but obey instructions. They knew the desperate
character of the men they were facing. If they followed orders and
waited for an opportunity to turn the tables on their captors, they
might get out of the mess with whole skins, but if they forced a fight
there and then there would be little hope for them. When there were
four of the pirates in the boat, crouching down under the gunwales,
who made the fifth, the spokesman gave his orders.

"Now you boys row back. When we get close up I'll show myself and put
the whole party under cover. See? My men will also have their guns,
and if you disobey instructions in the slightest particular, you'll be
shot in the back."

"That's where you like to shoot, I take it!" growled Gregg. "If I had
one of you out on the bank I'd break him in two pieces and feed him to
the snakes."

"Cuss if you want to!" commented the robber. "We can settle all that
after a time. Just now, get over to that boat, and call out that
you've found another castaway in the swamp! We'll be on board before
they can say a word."

This looked like turning the _Rambler_ over to thieves, but there was
no way in which the boys could reverse conditions just then, so they
rowed toward the motor boat, calling out that they had found a sick
man in the jungle. The robber prodded them with the muzzle of his gun
when they did not give the right inflection to their voices.

When the boat entered the circle of light the boys on board the
_Rambler_ were all leaning over the gunwale, looking for the boys and
the rescued individual. There were no weapons in sight, and Alex.
feared that all the revolvers were stowed away in the cabin, and that
the _Rambler_ would be taken without a shot being fired in her
defense.

When the boat touched the hull of the _Rambler_ the robber sprang to
his feet, presenting two long guns as he did so.

"I'll empty these guns into the crowd of you," he said, in a low, even
voice, "if there is one move on deck. We are coming aboard, and the
better you use us the better we shall use you. Just sit still, boys,"
he added, addressing his men, "until I get on deck."

He was lithe and strong, and was on the deck in an instant, without
opposition, his guns threatening the amazed boys and their visitors.
Captain Joe gave forth a volley of ugly growls, and would have
attacked the man, but Clay ordered him back.

"Never mind the dog," he said. "He won't bite!"

"If he does, he'll get a chance to bite lead!" the robber exclaimed.
"Now, men," he went on, "climb up into the boat. Leave the rowers
where they are."

Four husky negroes, all with traces of whisky in their breath, began
climbing over Alex. and Gregg to reach the motor boat. As they were
steadying the rocking craft, they carried no weapons in their hands.

Then something happened which was as much of a surprise to the boys as
it was to the men who were trying to capture the _Rambler_!

A rope with a wide noose at one end came whirling out of the sky and
fell over the robber's head, resting for an instant in a neat coil on
his shoulders!

He clutched his weapons closer and looked up. Then the line tightened
about his muscular neck until his feet left the deck and his face grew
red with the blood of strangulation, then grew white. The revolvers
clattered to the floor, and the man's figure toppled and fell as the
rope slacked.

When this strange thing happened, Alex. and Gregg were bending their
heads down to permit the negroes to clamber over them. Still they saw
the rope fall, saw the man gasp as it closed about his neck, and felt
the negroes springing back in dismay.

Then they arose with their heavy oars in their hands and struck
slashing, crunching blows at the heads below them! One negro lifted an
arm to shoot, but it fell with the bones of the shoulder crushed to
pulp. One by one they dropped out of the boat, some with broken arms,
some with broken heads. After they had all disappeared, either under
the surface of the lagoon or into the darkness of the swamp, a shrill
voice came from the tree where Mose had taken refuge from the snakes
and the alligators:

"Go on, white folks," it said, "Ah goin' hang dis immitation coon up
on dis tree!"




CHAPTER XXI

DODGING A POLICE BOAT


"You little coon!" Clay gasped.

"Hurrah for Mose!" cried Alex.

"If you'll come down here I'll hug you!" shouted Gregg.

"How did you ever think of it?" Case called out.

Mose, now the happiest little negro boy in the United States, sat
astride of his limb and grinned until it seemed that the top of his
head would drop off backward!

In the meantime, the river pirate had remained unnoticed on the deck,
the rope so deftly dropped by Mose still around his neck. Case finally
bent over him.

"Why!" he exclaimed, shrinking back. "The man is dead!"

"Dead!" echoed Clay. "What killed him?"

Then they all bent over the still figure for a closer examination.
Just as Case had declared, the robber was dead. His neck had been
broken by the rope when Mose had drawn him off his feet! Alex. looked
up at the boy.

"You must have a good pull in your arms!" he cried. "How did you
manage to swing him up? You're a wonder, Mose!"

Mose only grinned in reply, but Clay explained the matter by saying
that the boy had thrown the rope over a limb higher up and used that
as a pulley.

"Still," he added, "it took a lot of muscle to jerk that heavy man off
his feet. I didn't think the boy had it in him."

Then came the question as to what disposition should be made of the
body. There was no hard ground near at hand so that a decent grave
could be prepared. There were marshy knolls, it is true, but any
excavation made there would instantly fill with water.

"Well," Gregg said, "the best we can do is to bury him in the water. I
don't mean in the lagoon or in the river, but in a grave which will
fill with water. There he will at least be out of the reach of
reptiles and wild animals when the water subsides."

"But how are we ever going to get out there and dig a grave?" asked
Jule, who was not inclined to waste much effort on the body of a man
who, in life, would have robbed, perhaps murdered, them!

"With your permission," Gregg said, "we'll take the body out and bury
it. I haven't much use for men of his type, but he's dead, and that
settles all accounts!"

"We may be able to get a couple of birds for supper while we are
away," suggested Eddie Butler. "We have been so busy lately, that we
haven't eaten, or provided anything to eat! I'm empty clear to my
toes!"

"And I'll catch a fish off the boat!" Jule volunteered. "I saw some
big ones jumping up not long ago! They've been driven out of their
nests by the flood."

So Gregg and his friends went away in the rowboat to bury the outlaw
and get a couple of ducks for supper, while Jule and Alex. angled over
the stern of the boat for a fish. The first rush of the flood was
past, but the water was still high. There was a strong current rushing
past the stern of the _Rambler_, and this indicated that there must be
a channel open to the main river not far below.

The boys caught a great catfish and two awkward-looking buffalo-fish
and turned them loose in the stream before they succeeded in getting
anything they wanted for supper. Then they caught a dozen perch of
good size and proceeded to clean them.

By the time the fish were ready for the pan Gregg and his friends were
back from their expedition with half a dozen fat ducks, already
dressed.

"We'll have some for breakfast, and some for dinner!" Eddie declared.
"I feel now as if I'd never get enough to fill me up again!"

Something long and twisting dropped on the man's shoulders and fell
off to the deck.

"Holy smoke!" he shouted. "Look at the snake!"

A shout from up the tree told of the trick Mose had played on the man,
and the rope was coiled away. In a short time Mose came sliding down
the trunk.

"He smells supper!" explained Clay. "I've a notion to set Captain Joe
on him!"

"Dat dog don't bite dis coon!" Mose replied. "Ah'm in lub wid dat
dog!"

Captain Joe and Teddy came forward and looked the three visitors over
approvingly.

"That bear would make a good meal!" Gregg declared, with a wink at
Case.

Mose's eyes stuck out for a minute, and then he tickled his own chin
and gave out a sound like a goat.

"B-a-a-a-a-a-a! B-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a!" he bleated.

"What's the matter with the coon?" asked Gregg, with a look of
surprise.

"He's telling us to get wise to the alfalfa!" Jule cut in. "Alex.
don't know how to translate so white men can understand."

"You'll both wash dishes for a month!" roared Clay, doubled over with
laughter. "We make that a penalty for talking slang," he explained,
turning to Gregg.

"But I don't understand yet," the other went on. "What is the matter
with the boy? Has he turned himself into a billy goat?"

"He's suggesting that you mow the lawn!" Case explained. "He doesn't
like the fire-escapes!"

Clay roared and pointed to the beards worn by the three, and then they
understood and joined in the laugh until the swamp echoed back the
sounds.

"You'll all have to wash dishes, I take it!" Gregg declared.

"That's about the way it usually turns out, when one starts talking
slang," Clay explained. "We're all so full of it that it just bubbles
out."

"It is fine that we have something to be jolly over," Gregg hastened
to say, "for the prospects of getting out of here are not alluring."

"Wouldn't be no fun if everything went right!" Alex. insisted. "We
have the most sport when we're lost, or stolen, or strayed away. Now,
you watch me cook these ducks."

The boy got out a baking pan standing on three short legs. The bottom
was double so as to prevent burning. Then he put two fat ducks inside,
secured the cover, and removed what seemed to Gregg to be the whole
top of the stove.

The short legs of the pan rested on the red-hot coals in the firebox,
while the cover was always within reach. As soon as the ducks, which
had previously been hastily parboiled, began to simmer and send forth
appetizing odors, the boy watched them every minute, turning and
basting until they were a beautiful golden brown.

In the meantime coffee had been made and the fish fried on the
electric coil.

"I presume you'll want hot biscuits for supper, too?" asked Clay.

The visitors were too busy with the game to do more than shake their
heads.

"We usually have three kinds of meat, fish, baked potatoes, pancakes,
light bread, pie, honey, and three or four vegetables on the side,"
Alex. explained, with a wink at Mose, who sat in a corner next to the
deck with Joe and Teddy watching the meat disappearing from a
"drumstick" he was busily engaged on.

"An' possum pie!" the little negro boy added, licking his chops.

"Sure! I forgot the possum pie!" Alex. declared. "Excuse me!"

"Certainly!" laughed Gregg, "and we'll excuse you, too, for all future
products of the imagination! The twenty course dinners at the La Salle
haven't got anything on this little banquet! For my part, I don't care
whether we ever get out of here, now, or not."

"Some day," Alex. observed, "I'll show you how to cook a steak a la
brigand! After you eat one of them you'll go hungry for a week before
you'll touch anything else!"

"You may lead me to one of them any time you see fit!" Eddie laughed.

The river was still roaring and foaming about the _Rambler_, caught in
the narrow space between the two cypress trees. Just where the boat
lay the current turned away to the east, that is the current of the
lagoon. The Mississippi was, of course, across the inundated spit of
land which lay on the west shore of the river and on the east side of
the bayou or lagoon.

Just as the boys finished their somewhat delayed supper the lights of
a steamer showed up the stream. It passed the mouth of the bayou and
hugged the opposite shore of the Mississippi for a time, then headed
for the west shore.

"That's strange!" Case exclaimed. "She sees our lights, but what is
she coming over to this side for?"

The mystery became more of a mystery still when, reaching the west
side, the steamer turned prow up stream and started to breast the
flood, still carrying great masses of wreckage down stream. She made
her way up to the mouth of the bayou and stopped, her propellers going
just fast enough to keep from dropping back.

"If I'm not mistaken," Gregg suggested, "that is a boat carrying
officers on a hunt for the escaped convicts. Can't we get out of here
before they reach us?"

"Why should we run away from them?" asked Clay, suspiciously.

"Because they will mistake us for convicts," replied Gregg. "An
officer in a position to abuse his authority always does so. Many of
the man-hunters along the river are little better than the men they
hunt. Some of them are worse. This, of course, does not apply to the
sheriffs and deputies of the counties touching the river, but to hired
detectives and gunmen who come here to make a living hunting others."

"You must be sore on the police," Alex. exploded. "I've got a lot of
friends on the Chicago police force. They're good fellows, at that!"

"All right!" Gregg assented. "There are a lot of good men there. But
if you want to remain here and permit those ruffians to overrun your
boat, insult you, and hold you prisoners until you can get to some
town where identification is possible, you can do so. We can stand it
if you can."

"There may be some sense in what he says," Clay urged, "and if we
could get out of the trap we are in and make the propellers go, I'd be
willing to go on down the river and let the officers have the whole
country to themselves."

"Can't we follow this bayou current and get out on the river below
them?" asked Jule.

Clay said no; Gregg and his chums said yes.

"The water has been cutting a channel for a long time," Gregg
explained. "It needed only a slight push to send the remaining bank
down. There are few obstructions in the new channel, as I figure it
out, and I believe we would go through like a top once we got started.
And we'd better hurry, if we are going to do anything, for, of course,
they have seen your lights. They wouldn't have stopped here if they
hadn't."

"But the propellers!" urged Clay. "They're broken."

In a moment one of the men had his clothes off to the undersuit and
was diving down at the stern of the _Rambler_. He remained under the
water so long that the boys began to fear that he had met with some
accident, or been attacked by a snake or an alligator. He came up
smiling, however.

"Only clogged!" he cried. "You, Gregg and Eddie, get axes and chop the
east tree down! The boat will then swing away from the other. You must
make the cut down in the water, then we'll have to lift the prow over
the stump."

The plan suggested proved successful, and the _Rambler_, under power,
and trailing the mattresses, was soon feeling her way down the new
channel. Then excitement was observed on the steamer, and she was
headed about for the main stream again. It looked like a race was on!




CHAPTER XXII

THE SHERIFF KNOWS A LOT


It was still raining when the _Rambler_ headed into the Mississippi,
and there was no glimmer of light in sight save that which came from
the steamer, still puffing at the mouth of the bayou, and that which
lighted the path of the motor boat. The wind had gone down, and the
slow, soft rain dominated the night.

It was evident from the very start that the steamer was no match for
the _Rambler_ when it came to a question of speed. As well might a
delivery truck attempt to compete in swiftness with a perfect touring
car.

Besides the power of speed, the _Rambler_ had another quality which
enabled her to rapidly increase the distance between the two boats.
The river was still covered with wreckage, and the motor boat was a
good dodger! She responded quickly to her helm, avoiding the driftwood
ahead easily, while the steamer was slower in picking her way.

"Your boat is a peach!" Gregg exclaimed, enthusiastically, as the
lights of the steamer dropped out of sight behind a bend in the river.
"Nothing would please me better than a long trip in her."

"Well," Clay replied, "why not? We are going to the Gulf, and are in
no hurry to get there. We are shy sleeping bunks, but if you boys can
put up with beds on the floor you are welcome to go along with us. I
reckon you'll manage to supply your share of the provisions!"

"The prospect is an attractive one," Gregg replied, "but I think we'd
better stop at Vicksburg and find employment of some kind. Later, we
may go on down the river in a houseboat of our own. That depends on
how lucky we are in getting good jobs."

"We shall be sorry to part with you," Case put in. "We have been
together only a few hours, but a great deal has happened in that time!
Only for your warning, the river thieves might have sneaked aboard the
_Rambler_ and captured it. In that case, you know very well what would
have become of us. We should have been murdered!"

"I have no doubt that you would have taken care of yourselves," Eddie
declared.

"There's one thing I want to ask you," Clay went on, "and that is
about the outlaw you buried back in the swamp. He was a white man,
wasn't he?"

"Yes; a white man blacked up like a negro."

"Did you look him over carefully enough to be able to give me a
description of him?"

"Well, we washed him up a little when we saw that he was a Caucasian,
and I got a fair impression of his face, which wasn't a prepossessing
one, by any means."

"Can you give me something of a notion of it in a few words?" asked
Clay.

"Some old acquaintance of yours?" asked the other, with a smile at
Case.

"He might have been. The fact is, I thought I recognized the voice of
the spokesman."

"There!" Alex. exclaimed. "I had that same notion. Mose," he added,
turning to the negro boy, "was that the man who threw you and the dog
into the water?"

"Ah sure done thought so!" was the reply.

"You think it was Sam, the Robber, the man who accompanied Red?" asked
Jule.

"I didn't know but it might be!" answered Clay, and Alex. at once
insisted that it was the same man. Mose was ready to swear to the
fellow's identity by this time!

"Tell us how he looked after the black was washed off," requested
Clay, after a short pause, during which the three men compared
notes--mental notes--of their impressions of the man they had left in
the lonely grave in the swamp.

"We have decided on one word that expresses our thought of the man,"
Gregg finally replied. "You know that all human beings in some manner
resemble some wild animal species. Some men are lions, some are
monkeys, some are dogs, some are bears, some are foxes. Well, this man
was a fox!"

"I thought so," Clay exclaimed. "I thought the fellow's voice sounded
like Sam's."

"There are many men with fox-faces," Gregg warned. "This man may not
have been the individual you refer to as Sam. If he is an enemy of
yours, keep looking for him."

With this bit of good advice the matter was dropped for the time. The
steamer was no longer in sight, but the _Rambler_ was kept on her way
to the Gulf.

In the middle of the next forenoon they came to Delta, which is at the
bottom of the Vicksburg cutoff, on the west bank of the river. Here,
with many handshakes and expressions of regret at parting, the three
men left the boat.

"If we have any luck at all," Gregg said, as the _Rambler_ pushed out,
"we'll meet you somewhere south of New Orleans. We've always wanted to
see that swamp country."

The boys moved slowly down the river after that.

Again they were enjoying themselves, fishing, hunting and exploring
the country on either side of the great stream.

There were lowlands, swamps, winding bayous and forests in places.
Again, there were plantations, with noble houses showing from the
river. Whenever they halted at a plantation landing they were received
most hospitably.

The wreckage of the flood was running out of the stream, and the water
was dropping down to normal. Occasionally they left the boat at night
and built rousing camp-fires on high banks. At such times plantation
hands often gathered about them with banjo and mandolin and violin and
made the night musical.

They heard no mention of the Rock Island warehouse robbery until they
approached Baton Rouge. The night before they sighted that beautiful
city they camped on a piece of high land on a small island. No sooner
was their fire blazing high than a couple of rowboats skimmed across
the river and drew up near the little camp.

There were three men in one boat and two in the other, and the whole
five hastened to greet the boys. They were evidently planters, for
they were well dressed and gave the impression of being gentlemen.

The man who seemed to be the leader looked keenly around the camp,
peered into the cabin of the _Rambler_, and then approached Clay with
outstretched hand.

"I don't need to ask who you boys are," he laughed. "I am a regular
reader of the Chicago newspapers. One of them, not long ago, printed
your pictures, including those of the dog and the cub! If you'll
desert this camp and come over to the house, I'll be glad to put you
up for the night."

"I hardly think we would sleep well under a roof," Clay laughed, "but
we're all very thankful for your kindness. Besides, we'll have to
remain here and watch the boat. We've had some trouble coming down,
and are determined to be on our guard."

"You won't find any river thieves around here," smiled the visitor.
"I'm sheriff of this parish, and I've taken considerable trouble to
clear the country of them. You say you've had trouble on the way down?
Then this must be the party that gave the officers such a race up
above Vicksburg?"

"There was a steamer chased us--for a little while!" grinned Clay.

"Yes, I understand," replied the sheriff. "The newspapers were full of
the incident the next day, and you were held forth to the public as
the boldest of river brigands! Why did you run away from the
officers?"

"We only suspected that they were officers," was the answer.

"It wouldn't have taken long for you to have found out," smiled the
officer.

"It might have taken us a long time to get away from them," Clay
answered. "You know how eager some officers are to make a capture.
Well, we didn't want to be bothered with them, so we just took to our
heels."

"The officers were looking for a boy believed to be on your boat," the
sheriff remarked. "They had information that he had been seen with you
on two occasions."

"He must refer to Chet Vinton," Case interrupted.

"I don't know his name," the sheriff went on, "but he is the boy
believed to have taken a hand in the Rock Island robbery."

"That is the lad," Clay answered, with an amused smile. "We have had
him on board the _Rambler_ on two occasions, and each time he has
mysteriously disappeared."

"Where did you see him last?"

"At Memphis."

"That was after you rented a deposit box at a bank?"

"You seem to know all about it," grinned Clay. "Yes, he left soon
after I rented the deposit box in the bank. By the way, do you know a
giant of a man, red-headed and kind-hearted, who is a gentleman of
leisure one moment and a river pirate the next?"

Clay thought he saw suppressed excitement in the face of the sheriff
as he asked the question, and waited expectantly for an answer. The
officer hesitated before saying a word, then he pushed the direct
question aside.

"There are a good many men along the river who might answer to the
description," he said, "but I can't call any names to mind just now.
What about him?"

"Why, I met him on the river," Clay answered, resolved to be just as
secretive as the officer, "and I also met a man I took to be him at
Memphis. I have a notion that I would like to meet him again some
time. He's all right, that man!"

"Tell me this," said the sheriff, then, "what did you boys discover in
the old house on the bank of the lagoon? I understand that at least
two of your party spent the day there. I'd like to know what they saw
and heard in the house."

Clay regarded the sheriff suspiciously.

"Has there anything happened to us on this trip that you don't know
about?" he asked, then.

"Why," replied the other, "we've been hearing about you all down the
river. Don't forget that we have telegraph wires in this country, as
well as up north. Yes, we've heard a lot about you, and, to tell the
truth, I've been waiting rather anxiously for you to make your
appearance. What about the old mansion, where the negro boy and the
dog got your friends out of a bad mess?"

"Say," Alex., who had been listening, cut in, "what do you know about
that old mansion? What kind of a gang is it that holds forth there?"

"You ought to know!" smiled the sheriff. "You called on them."

"Yes, and they insisted on our making a longer visit!" grinned Alex.

"Now, what is it about the boy?" the sheriff said, changing the
subject.

"You know all that I know about him," replied Clay. "He ran away from
us following the visit to the boat of the bank cashier and two
friends."

"Yes, I heard about that," said the officer. "Now, will you be good
enough to tell me if you have seen him since that night?"

"We have not, except that he returned to the _Rambler_ during the dark
hours and restored something he had taken away from her."

"Are you sure it was the boy who came back with the leather bag?"
asked the sheriff, with a most exasperating laugh. "Are you sure it
was the boy?"

"I am not," Clay answered, wonderingly. "I spoke too hastily. Come,
Mr. Sheriff, tell me how you know anything about that leather bag."

"I don't know much about it, that's the trouble," was the reply. "I
wish I knew more. Now, tell me this: Have you an appointment with this
boy farther down the river? Do you expect to meet him again during
your trip?"

Clay replied that he hoped to, and the sheriff said little more on the
subject. He expected the sheriff to ask for the key to the deposit
box, but he did not.




CHAPTER XXIII

A NIGHT IN NEW ORLEANS


"I believe," Clay declared, after a long pause, during which the
voices of negroes along the levee came softly through the night, "that
you know something about the three persons we are just now interested
in."

"Name the three," laughed the sheriff. "Who are they?"

"First, the man we have always called Red, the Robber."

"You have referred to him before, my boy."

"But you gave me no satisfaction," urged Clay, eagerly. "Do you know
him?"

"I have heard of a man who sometimes answers to the name of Red. What
next?"

"The boy, Chester Vinton, accused of having had a hand in the Rock
Island robbery."

"Why do you think I know anything of him? If I knew where he was I'd
be sure and keep him long enough to find out what he knows about that
robbery!"

"And the third person is the cashier of the bank where I left the
packet. What did he come on board the _Rambler_ for? Who were the men
with him?"

"The cashier said he was curious to see the famous boat, didn't he?"

"Pshaw!" exclaimed Clay. "That wasn't the reason he came on board!
Honest, now, didn't he expect to find some of the plunder taken from
the warehouse on the boat?"

"I don't know what he expected to find, I'm sure. I have never talked
with him."

"Now," Clay went on, "you have referred to the leather bag, the one
thrown on the deck of the _Rambler_. Who told you about the bag if the
cashier didn't? I begin to think the cashier took the bag and threw it
back, or caused it to be thrown back, when he discovered that it
contained nothing of value."

"What did it contain when you first saw it?" asked the sheriff, a
twinkle in his eyes. "Let us talk about that, for a time!"

"I'm going to show you," Clay replied, half angrily, "that I can be
just as secretive as you can! I don't know anything about the leather
bag!"

"Well," the officer went on, with a puzzling expression on his face,
"if you come across this boy Chet will you let me know about it?"

"No, I won't!" replied Clay.

"That's right! Speak right up, promptly! Now I know just what to
expect!"

"You might clear up the whole matter," Clay complained, "and yet you
won't open your mouth! I'm not going to assist you--not if I get a
chance, which is doubtful."

"Well," said the sheriff, moving toward the boats, "I must be getting
along! I may see you later. If you come back this way don't forget
that you are all to be my guests for a few days. I really want to get
better acquainted with you boys."

"We'll think it over," laughed Clay. "We're thankful for the
invitation, anyway."

"And when you get down below New Orleans," the officer suggested,
"look out for the real thing in pirates! That boat of yours would make
a fine craft for a freebooter. And human life is not regarded as very
valuable down there."

"We'll be careful, thank you!" Clay answered, and the sheriff and his
men went off in their boats, leaving the boys looking wonderingly at
their retreating forms.

"Now," Alex. grumbled, "what did they come here for, anyway? They
simply let us know that they were wise to our troubles and went
away--without finding out anything, or giving us any information
except that they were acquainted with our movements."

"They did ask for the boy Chet," suggested Case.

"Don't you suppose they know what it was I put in the deposit box at
the bank?" asked Clay. "Of course they know! Now, why didn't the
sheriff demand the key and claim the diamonds as stolen property?"

"It is peaches to prunes that he has opened the box long before this,
or that some one has!" Alex. put in. "He's the original little
pry-in!"

"I'm all out of guesses," Jule declared, "and so I'm going to bed."

The boys saw nothing of the sheriff the next morning. They were on
their way at an early hour, and, going at a swift clip, were within
sight of New Orleans by nightfall.

"Shall we spend the night in the city?" asked Case, then.

"And where would we leave the _Rambler_?" asked Jule. "If we left it
on the river we wouldn't have any boat in the morning."

Without deciding the point the boys tied up some distance above the
city and prepared supper. The moon arose in a clear sky about eight
o'clock and the boys did not turn on the electric lights after eating.
They sat in the moonlight on the deck and watched Captain Joe, Teddy
and Mose tumbling about.

"If it wasn't so much trouble to dress," Case said, after a time, "I'd
like to go to a theatre to-night, and have a swell supper afterwards."

"You don't want much!" laughed Clay.

"Why not go, then?" asked Alex. "I'm not too lazy to put on a decent
suit."

"Do you mean it?" demanded Case, rising from his chair.

"If the others will stay and guard the boat I mean it," was the reply.

"Go if you want to," Clay answered the inquiring look, "for Jule and
Mose can help me keep off the pirates! Only don't remain away all
night."

"Ah done like to see dis town!" Mose suggested.

"You'll have to wait until some other time, Mose," Clay replied. "You
must stay on board and help repel boarders now!"

The little negro grinned as if perfectly satisfied with the
arrangement, and went on with his boxing match with Teddy. Case and
Alex. dressed as rapidly as possible and were taken ashore, in the
four-oared boat captured above Memphis, at the foot of a street not
far from a trolley line running to the business center of the city.
When Clay returned with the rowboat, Mose was on one of the willow
mattresses which had been brought down the river.

In a few minutes Clay called to him to come on board, but there was no
reply. Mose was nowhere in sight. He had evidently started out to see
the city on his own hook!

"I reckon that is the last we'll ever see of him," Jule commented, as
they gave up the search for the boy. "He'll get to shooting craps in
the city and live there forever. Can't do anything with a kid like
that."

"It is hard work to knock any sense into the head of a boy brought up
on the St. Louis levee," Clay admitted, "but I hope he'll return."

"Perhaps he followed Case and Alex., and will return with them," Jule
suggested.

"That would be like him," Clay admitted.

The boys were not sleepy and the moonlight was fine, so they sat on
the deck until midnight, waiting for the others to return. They had
not returned at one o'clock, and the watchers were becoming anxious
when a call from the shore came to their ears. In a moment the call
was repeated, shriller than before, and then there followed a splash
in the river and a shot.

The boys saw a figure swimming toward the _Rambler_ and got out their
guns.

"Doesn't look very formidable!" Clay observed, as the figure came
nearer. "It looks like Mose! Now, what the mischief is the little coon
up to, I'd like to know?"

"It is Mose, all right," Jule assented, "and there's some one on shore
shooting at him. He may have been up to some of his pranks on shore."

Directly the shooting on the shore ceased, and then Mose came on
faster, not being obliged to swim under water half the time. He
crawled, chilly and dripping, on deck and rolled his eyes at Clay.

"Dey done got um!" he exclaimed.

"What about it?" demanded Jule. "Who's got them?"

After much questioning it was learned that Mose had left the _Rambler_
in time to overtake Case and Alex., that he had followed them into the
city, and had seen them talking with Chet Vinton, the mysterious boy
who seemed to turn up in the oddest places and to disappear in the
strangest manner.

The boys had talked with Chet for a long time, the little negro said,
and had not gone to the theatre at all. Instead, they had gone into a
disreputable part of the city with the boy, and had there met two men
believed by the negro to be thieves.

At last, at a late hour, the boy declared, still with much hesitation,
Case and Alex. had attempted to leave the little cottage where they
were sitting and had been forcibly detained. Chet, Mose said, had been
the first one to oppose their departure. Then he, Mose, had dashed
away to warn those on the boat and had been followed by some of the
men he had been watching.

He described in glowing terms and very bad English how he had jumped
fences and chased through moonlit backyards, and how he had been shot
at at every step of the way!

"I reckon you were shot at because some one mistook you for a thief."

Mose looked reproachfully at Jule, and rolled his eyes wider than
ever.

"What are we going to do now?" questioned Clay. "I don't know how much
of this story to believe."

"One of us might leave the boat and go back with Mose," the other
suggested.

At mention of his going back to the place from which he had fled, Mose
rushed into the cabin, lowered his bunk, and covered up, head and
ears, in the bedclothes! Captain Joe tried to worry him out, but
without success.

"I believe the dog can find them," Clay remarked, presently.

"I'm willing to go and try what he can do," Jule answered.

"If we could get that foolish negro to come along!" Clay commented.

Jule went back to the bunk and shook Mose by the shoulder.

"Come on," he cried. "We're going to take Captain Joe out with us and
find the boys. You'll have to go along and show the way!"

"Fo' de Law'd's sake!" wailed the boy. "Let dis coon die in hes bed!"

"Come on!" insisted Jule. "You've got to come."

After many arguments and many promises of reward in the shape of
yellow shoes and red shirts, the boy consented to go ashore again.
Clay warned Jule to be watchful and cautious and saw him go away with
Mose and Captain Joe with a feeling that a great deal depended on his
good judgment.

Jule and Mose were obliged to wait some time for a late car, and the
walk to the quarter of the city toward which their steps were turned
was a long one, so it was nearly three o'clock in the morning when
they came to a dilapidated old shanty near the river front. Mose
declared this was the place, and Captain Joe seemed to think so also,
for he said quite positively, in his best dog-English, that there were
people he knew in that old ruin, which was dark in every window and
door.

Now and then, as the boys and the dog stood in front of the house,
loiterers of the night paused in their aimless wanderings and regarded
them speculatively, possibly mistaking them for disreputables like
themselves. For a long time there was no sign of life in the house,
and then a soft footstep was heard at the front door and the boys
heard a knob stealthily turned.

Listen as they might, they heard nothing more for a long time, and
then a figure dropped softly out of an open window and moved off
toward the river, evidently failing to see the watchers crouched near
at hand.

"That's Chet!" Jule muttered, starting away, but Mose shook his head
vigorously.




CHAPTER XXIV

SOMETHING DOING ALL THE TIME


Jule was at a loss what course to pursue. The boy who had left the
house might be Chet, in which case he felt that he ought to follow and
induce him to return to the _Rambler_, if that were possible.

The diamonds which had been placed in the deposit vault belonged to
Chet. At least the boy had had them in his possession when he came
aboard the boat, and in the absence of any other claim upon them they
belonged to him. If they did not belong to him, then their owner ought
to be found. If they did, he ought to have possession of them.

Just how a boy had become possessed of a fortune in precious stones,
Jule was not trying to figure out at that time. What was in his mind
was the thought that the question of ownership ought to be settled at
once. This question, he believed, could best be settled by the boy
himself.

He waived, for the time being, all consideration of the possible
connection of the gems with the Rock Island robbery, all consideration
of the possible connection of the boy with the man known to him as
Red, the Robber. Chet himself could best decide the question of
ownership, and Jule thought he ought to be taken back to the boat, by
force if necessary.

Just as the boy was on the point of pursuing the figure, now fast
disappearing in the shadows along the levee, Mose pulled at his arm
and pointed to Captain Joe. The dog, with short ears and tail rampant,
was crouching close to the closed door of the house, uttering low
growls as his paws moved toward the threshold.

"Alex. in dar!" the little negro exclaimed.

Then there came a heavy, stumbling footstep along the walk, and a
burly man in the garb of a riverman paused at the door, overlooking
the boys crouched at the angle of the house, but cursing the dog
drunkenly. Captain Joe behaved remarkably well under the kicks
delivered at him, and the newcomer took a key from his pocket and
opened the door. Before he could enter the dog had disappeared in the
darkness of the interior.

"I reckon Alex. is in there, perhaps Case, too," Jule muttered.

"Yo' sure cain't fool dat purp!" Mose whispered.

The boys did not attempt to follow on into the house by the open
doorway, but passed on to the window and entered there. All was still
dark inside. They could hear the man who had just entered moving
about, still striking at and cursing the dog.

Directly another key was turned, and then all was confusion. Jule
switched on his flashlight and the circle it cut in the darkness
revealed the man standing in a doorway with a long-barreled revolver
in one shaking hand. The casings of the doorway appeared to be of
two-inch plank, and the door itself was crossed by iron bands.

The man turned as the light flashed out and fired, the bullet going
wide of the mark. Then a voice came from the interior of the room, a
voice which brought joy to the hearts of boys outside. The voice of
Alex.

"Get him, Joe!" the voice cried. "Get him good!"

The man wheeled and shot at the springing dog, but the bullet went off
into the ragged ceiling instead of into Captain Joe's head, as
intended. Directly the dog and the man were in a struggle on the
floor, the only light Jule's electric.

Alex. and Case came out of the room, leaping over the fighters, and
seized Jule and Mose in enthusiastic embraces.

"Wait!" Jule commanded. "Get the man on the floor first. The dog will
take his life. Joe!" he added, "let go!"

"Take him away!" shrieked the man. "He's chewed my arm off now!"

Jule picked up the fallen man's revolver and held it to his head while
Alex. forced the dog away. There was blood on Captain Joe's jaws, and
the man on the floor was breathing heavily.

"Shut the door and put down the window!" Alex. said, presently, "and
put the light out! There's no more fight in this chap just now."

"Here, I'll fix him," Case said. "I'll chuck him into this
refrigerator and lock him up. See how well he likes his own medicine."

"But he'll get right out!" advised Jule.

"Oh, will he!" Alex. answered. "Then he'll do more than we could. I'll
bet the walls of that hole are a foot thick! And the air? I'm choked
to death."

"We tried our best to get out and couldn't," Case added.

"Suppose we see if he is badly hurt before we leave him?" Jule put in.

An examination showed that the dog had seized the fellow by the
shoulder and bitten through the flesh, making an ugly though not
serious wound.

"That won't hurt him!" Alex. declared. "His chums will come and get
him in the morning, anyway. Chuck him in and lock the door and we'll
climb out of this!"

"Isn't the place watched?" asked Jule, peering out cautiously.

"It would be if the outlaws weren't drunk," Alex. replied. "There's a
copper over on the other side of the street. Probably he heard the
shots. We'll duck out of a back window and make for the _Rambler_."

The boys were watched furtively by the policemen in that section of
the city as they made their way along the streets with the dog, but
they were not molested. When they came to the residence district where
there was little fear of their being followed, Jule turned to Alex.
with a grin.

"How did you like the play?" he asked?

"You saw about as much of it as we did!" was the reply.

"How did you come to get into such a scrape?" was the next question.

"The outlaws followed us from the boat," was the answer. "Oh, yes they
did," the boy insisted as Jule grinned. "They were waiting for the
_Rambler_ to come down stream! They thought we had the diamonds and
were going into the city to dispose of them. They swore they'd keep us
in that hole, without food or drink, until we told them where the
stones were! I wish I'd never heard of the diamonds!"

"Who was the other boy?" asked Jule.

"The other boy? Where? When? Oh, that was Chet! We'll settle with
him!"

"The lad who jumped out of an open window just before we got in and
ducked away toward the river. Was that Chet?"

"Blessed if I know!" Alex. answered. "It might have been."

"I believe that really was Chet!" Jule declared. "It looked like him."

"How did you get here?" asked Case. "You're a wonder! And Mose and
Joe, too!"

As the boys walked along the story of Mose's runaway expedition was
told, and Alex. immediately grasped the little negro boy by the
collar.

"You're a little brick!" he exclaimed, "and I'm going to see that you
have a 'possum for dinner to-morrow--or to-day, rather--if there is
one to be found in the city."

"It is a wonder," Case commented, "that the fellows didn't make an
attack on the _Rambler_! After they searched us, they talked for a
long time in whispers and then started away. I believe they did go to
the boat--and Clay there alone!"

"We ought to make better time," Jule observed. "Where do we get the
trolley?"

"Unless we get an owl car," Alex. replied, "we'll get none at all
until the early run, and that will be after five o'clock. Guess we've
got to walk it."

Eager, yet almost dreading, to learn the exact state of affairs on the
motor boat, the boys traveled fast, breaking into a run now and then,
much to the wonder and amazement of the few negroes they encountered
making their way to the business section.

At last, just before daylight, they came in sight of the boat. A short
distance up the bank a bright camp-fire was burning, and several
figures could be seen moving around it. All was quiet on board the
_Rambler_. No lights were in sight, either from the cabin or the prow.
The boys waited a short time, wondering, and then Jule went to the
levee and looked for the rowboat. It was not there.

"They've got possession, I reckon," he said, when he came back.

"Then all we've got to do is to take it away from them!" Alex.
suggested.

"But how?" asked Jule. "We can't go on board without their seeing us."

"First," Alex. went on, "I'm going to make a sneak up to that fire and
find out what those men are talking about. They may be all-right
fellows, for all we know."

The others waited breathlessly for the boy's return. When he came back
he said:

"They've been on board and ransacked the cabin. They found no one
there! Now, what do you think has become of Clay?" he added.

"It's a wonder they didn't run off with the boat," Case said.

"Oh, they wouldn't do that," Alex. ventured. "They want to get us. I
half believe the men are officers. What gets me is what they built
that fire for?"

"Probably thought we were fools enough to run up to it," hazarded
Jule.

"But where is Clay?" demanded Case. "We've got to find him. Do you
know if they left any one on board the boat?"

"I didn't hear anything said about that," was the reply, "but it is a
cinch that they did. And I believe there's more than one on board,
too."

"Hard luck to lose the boat after getting so far on our journey!" Jule
commented.

"We don't lose the boat, if they are officers," Alex. hastened to say.
"What they want is the crew! We'll fool 'em at that. I'm going to swim
over and see what's doing on board. If everything is all right, I'll
make a noise like an owl."

"That's a nice long swim," Case objected. "I don't think you can make
it."

"Mose made it, didn't you, coon?" Alex. replied. "I'm the boy that
poured the water into the Mississippi! Nice adventure this?" he
continued. "I'm going to give the residents of the valley a chromo
each for the manner in which we have been entertained by them! Here
goes for the _Rambler_!"

"You act like you meant to walk back to Chicago," Case suggested, as
Alex. started away, turning away from the river in order to avoid the
people at the fire.

"Oh, I'm only going to walk up a little way and drift as I swim down."

"Come up on the other side, then," Case cautioned. "Then you won't be
seen."

When Alex. started away on his perilous trip Mose disappeared, and
Captain Joe was nowhere to be seen the next minute. Case searched and
grumbled, but did not find them.

"They've gone with Alex.," he suggested. "They always do. Well, let
them go, they can swim better than I can! Wish I was along, also."

"If they are officers, the men at the fire," Jule asked, "why don't we
go right up to them and find out what's doing? They won't lock us up,
will they?"

"That is just about what they will do if they get us," was the slow
reply. "We would get out of jail in time, but who wants to lie in a
cell when there is so much fun to be had on the river? These fellows
have been wired to head us off, probably by the sheriff we met up
there. It may be that the diamonds Clay put in the deposit box have
been identified as the ones stolen from Rock Island. I wish Chet would
show up right now!"

"Oh, well, if they want to coop us up," Jule agreed, "we'd better cut
our luck until they find out who stole the diamonds--or, at any rate,
find out that we didn't."

The boy ceased speaking suddenly, for the motor boat was getting under
way, heading down toward the business wharves!




CHAPTER XXV

COMMONPLACE, AFTER ALL


"Can that be Alex. moving the _Rambler_?" asked Case, as the motors
sputtered out their insistent clamor. "I don't believe he has had time
to get on board yet."

"Well, Captain Joe has, anyway!" Jule declared, as a sharp bark came
from the craft, which now seemed to be turning around. "That's the
Captain's voice, all right."

Standing high on the levee, with the lights of the city growing below
them, the lads watched the _Rambler_ for a moment and then started on
a run up the stream toward a small landing that was not far from the
camp-fire.

"If Alex. wasn't on board," Case reasoned, "Captain Joe wouldn't be
there. If Alex. is running the boat up to that landing, it is safe for
us to go there."

The _Rambler_ did tie up at the landing, and then the boys saw that
the rowboat they had missed was tied to her stern. The willow
mattresses were also still hanging on to the cords to which they had
been tied. The men at the fire started up toward the landing as the
boys reached it, but, much to the surprise of the lads, they did not
attempt to go on board. In a moment Clay, Alex. and Mose showed their
faces on deck.

"Come aboard!" shouted Alex. "I've arranged a surprise party for you
here."

"What is Chet doing on there?" demanded Case. "I thought we left him
with his new friends, the thieves, in that old house in the city."

"This is no time for story-telling!" said another voice on board, and
the man who had been known as Red, the Robber, came out of the cabin
and sat down, calmly, on the gunwale. The boys on shore were, by this
time, prepared for almost anything. When they reached the deck, Red
waved a farewell to the men on the levee and the boat whirled down
toward the Gulf of Mexico.

"You see," Alex. grinned, "we don't know where we are going, but we
are on our way."

"I know!" Clay insisted, "we are going to complete our trip to the
Gulf of Mexico. We've had all the mystery we need on this voyage, and
the next one that starts anything in that line will be banished to one
of the mattresses!"

"All right," Alex. retorted. "We don't care about knowing what this
all means! I reckon it is too commonplace to refer to again."

He grinned at Red and Chet as he spoke, and they both laughed back at
him.

"We have with us to-night," Alex. went on, in a very good imitation of
the after-dinner orator, "Red, the Robber! His specialty is taking
boats away from boys and sneaking off down the river with them--until
some one gets the drop on him!

"We also have with us," he continued, "Chester Vinton, the waif who
was rescued from a barren island in the Mississippi with a hundred
thousand dollars' worth of diamonds in his possession! He will soon do
his stunt of telling how he found them in a piece of pie at a Rock
Island restaurant.

"This wonderful Chet is also the last word in friendship. When he sees
boys who have befriended him, it is his habit to turn them over to
thieves, who lock them up--not in anger, but to protect them from
other naughty boys!"

Instead of showing anger at this blunt talk, Red and Chet sat down on
the gunwale and laughed until the river echoed back their voices. Clay
also seemed much amused.

"What's the answer?" demanded Case, turning to Chet.

"Now you boys just wait a short time," Red observed, "and you'll know
all about it. I would tell you right now, only I see how hungry you
all are. And, seeing that I have a monster beefsteak in the cabin,
with ducks ready to roast, and eggs ready to fry, why, it seems like
we ought to eat before we mix with any long yarns!"

So Case and Alex. took to the cabin, and the odors of steak and coffee
and roasting duck soon filled the boat. While the good things were
cooking the _Rambler_ dropped down to a wharf where a tank wagon of
gasoline awaited them, and there, also, loads of provisions of all
kinds were put on board.

And the strangest part of it all was that there was nothing to pay!
Red appeared to have temporary charge of the boat, and the bills
seemed to have all been paid in advance. They were headed down stream
when breakfast was eaten.

"We ought to reach the Gulf in three or four weeks, if we hurry!" Red
observed, as he carved the ducks. "That is, if we hurry in the right
way!"

"I thought it would take until spring," Chet broke in. "I hoped so!"

Alex. regarded the two with a whimsical smile on his freckled face.

"How long will it be before you'll both disappear?" he asked.

"Never again!" laughed Chet. "Say, boys, I did make a quick get-away a
couple of times? What? I hated to go, but I just had to."

"Yes, and you prevented Case and I making one at the house in the
city," Alex. said.

"It is all as simple as twice two," Red observed, sitting back from
the table. "The robbery at Rock Island was planned and carried out by
Sam, the outlaw who assisted me in the capture of the _Rambler_. I
knew that at the time I was with him--at the time I let him go--or
when you boys did, rather."

"But why didn't you pinch him?" demanded Alex. "There's a reward."

"Because I hadn't then discovered the goods which had been taken. He
was going to take me to them, I being a possible purchaser!"

"Well, of all the nerve!" Jule cut in. "Just think of that, now!"

"Were they in that old house on the bayou?" asked Alex.

"Some of them were. As soon as I got off your boat I wired back to
have the place surrounded and searched. They found all the silks and
furs there! You boys did a good job for me when you permitted
yourselves to be trapped."

"It was Captain Joe and Mose who did the good job when they got us
out!" Jule said.

"Did you find Sam again?" asked Case, in a moment. "He was a corker!"

"You boys found him in the swamp," Red replied soberly, "and Mose
executed the sentence of the law upon him--hanged him by the neck!"

"So you are a detective?" asked Case. "Why didn't you say so?"

"I am not," was the reply. "I am the owner of the warehouse that was
robbed, and I set out to get the goods back, that is all."

"But you asked us to take Chet on down the river when he had the
diamonds in his clothes!" Alex. exclaimed. "What about that? It was a
funny stunt."

"Of course I didn't know that he had the diamonds," added Red, now to
be known as Mr. George Redmond. "He told me about his having had them
when I told him that Sam was dead, that was last night, in New
Orleans. Then he told me that he had taken the diamonds from Sam
because he wanted to restore them to me, but had promised Sam that he
would never reveal his, Sam's, connection with the crime. Of course
Sam never knew positively that the boy had stolen the diamonds, but he
suspected."

"And sent this riverman, Gid Brent, on board at Cairo to see if the
boy was there?"

"Yes, he did that. By that time I was satisfied that the boy had been
in on the robbery--that he had been forced to enter the building by
way of a window and open the door for the thieves to enter.

"I knew that the boy would tell the whole story to me if I could get
him away from the robbers, and not scare him half to death by putting
him in jail. So I followed him along down the river. As the robbers
were making their way down toward New Orleans, too, I was doing a
pretty good job following him--and especially as the robbers were
after him, too. They believed, all but Sam, he had taken the diamonds,
you see.

"They got him last night and searched him, but found nothing. Then
they told him that if he would get Alex. and Case into their hands
they would let him go. So Chet did that very thing, and now the two
boys are witnesses that the robbers admitted to them that they were in
on the robbery!

"When they let Chet go he made for the _Rambler_ on a run, and found
me on the way. All the people who were in the old house are under
arrest. And the diamonds are up at Memphis in the deposit vault, and
all is well."

"How do you know that?" demanded Clay.

"Why, we opened the box, the cashier and I," was the reply. "I knew
they were there before I knew that Chet had ever had them. My one
great difficulty was to get hold of the boy after he ran off at
Memphis! Your boat was watched all the way down, you know, of course."

Then Clay told of his talk with the sheriff, and they all laughed at
the idea that they had not seen through it all long before.

"If Chet had kept to boats I could have found him," Red went on, "but
he rode on wreckage, and that made it difficult. I might have saved
you boys and Chet some of this mystery talk if I had told you about it
when I had Alex. in the cabin of my boat, after I knew where the
diamonds were, but I thought I would let it work out for itself,
especially as I was having the time of my life."

"I suppose those three mechanics were detectives, too?" asked Case.

"They were just what they represented themselves to be," was the
reply, "and they got good positions at Vicksburg. They are expecting
to meet you down the river, in a houseboat of their own. I saw them
soon after they left you."

"I don't wonder the robbers wanted to get hold of Chet," laughed Alex.
"They must have been red-headed when they found that the diamonds had
been stolen from them!"

"Yes, they were," replied Chet, "but they didn't suspect me, at first.
The man Brent, who came on board the _Rambler_ at Cairo, would have
killed me had he found me there. I was afraid he would, so I took to
the river."

"And you took to the river again the night you threw the bag back on
deck, too."

"Yes, I got pretty cold, too. I knew where the bag was, in the cabin,
all the time, and I thought the diamonds were in it. Believing it
would be safe, I did not take it and run away, as I had threatened to
do, but when the cashier and another came on the boat I did take it
and skip. When I found that the diamonds were not there I threw the
bag back just to let you know I was wise to the game," he added.

"It is a commonplace story, after all, when you come to get it all
told," said Mr. Redmond. "If it has spoiled your river trip I'm sorry
for it!"

"We wouldn't have had any fun only for that!" cried Alex.

"Well," Clay cut in, "now we'll go down the river and have fun! We'll
spend two months or more on the way to the Gulf, and then we'll put
the motor boat on board a ship and sail her around to some point where
we can get into the St. Lawrence river. The St. Lawrence comes next,
you know."

"Why not put her on a gondola car again and take her as near to the
headwaters of the St. Lawrence as we can?" asked Case. "I'd rather
float down than sail up, any day."

"We will decide that when we get done here," Clay answered.

Those were two golden months for the boys, and Mr. Redmond seemed to
enjoy the outing fully as much as any of them. They fished and hunted
and loafed in the numerous passages of the delta of the Mississippi,
and built roaring fires on the knolls, when they found them, and lived
the care-free lives boys enjoy so much.

And then they were off for Chicago, and from there to the headwaters
of the St. Lawrence. Their adventures on this noble river will be
found in the next volume of this series; entitled:

"The Six River Motor Boys on the St. Lawrence; or, the Lost Channel."

THE END.





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