the tied-up motorboat. At sight of the dinghy the three boys gave shouts
of delight.

"Tell me about that, will you!" said Jerry, as he stared at Will, seated
comfortably in the bow of the short little craft, while the old negro,
crouching in a limited area farther aft, plied the spruce paddle. "He
comes back in style, with a guide to show him the way!"

"Better that than to stay in that gloomy place, eh, Frank? Oh, I got
lost, all right, but happened to find the shack of our good friend
George, who rescued me."

"Ain't he the honest chap, though? Ready to acknowledge the corn, no
matter what the consequences," declared Bluff.

"And I promised George some more of our extra provisions, if you have no
objections, fellows. He's going to start for Chattanooga right off. I
didn't mention about the sheriff and his posse, for I was afraid it might
alarm the poor fellow. Better not say anything to him about it," remarked
Will aside.

"And they don't want him, anyhow. Give George just what you and Frank
think we can spare. I feel sorry for the old man, too. Say! did you get
his photo this time, Will?" asked Jerry.

"Thank you, I did, and standing beside that wonderful shack, made of
palmetto leaves. I'm glad to see that you're beginning to take an
interest in my work. Keep it up, Jerry. We'll all enjoy the pictures
later on," remarked Will.