Florida forever.

"Happy Florida!" muttered the irrepressible Jerry.

Nevertheless, each of them shook the old darky's hand, in parting, and
wished him the best of good luck.

"Well, what had we better do, boys?" asked Frank when they found
themselves once more alone.

"I'm for getting out," said Will.

"That surprises me some, for it was you who wanted to stay," remarked
Bluff.

"Well, we stayed, didn't we? I only want to mention the fact that I'm
satisfied, if the rest of you are. I've secured all the swamp scenes I
care for," retorted Will.

"I say move on. We can find a better place than this to sleep to-night.
Why, the skeeters nearly carried me away last night," declared Jerry.

"And I'm beginning to be anxious, myself, for a glimpse of that wonderful
gulf, not to say a taste of those delicious oysters," put in Bluff.

"That settles it, then. Let's get the things aboard, and drop downstream
a few miles, anyway."

Frank suited his action to his words by picking up some of the cooking
utensils and starting to clean them. This task was soon accomplished,