Although the boys had left their stopping place that morning in something of a hurry upon sighting the advancing posse of the sheriff, it must not be supposed for one minute that they had forgotten all about the treat they had been anticipating in the way of breakfast.

Larry had it firmly fixed in his mind; and as soon as he could coax Tony to go ashore, the swamp boy and himself had opened the primitive oven in which they had placed the noble turkey.

It was found done to a turn, cooked beautifully by the heat that had been retained all through the night. Possibly the boys missed the customary brown, outside appearance, such as they had always seen in a fowl roasted in an ordinary oven; but for all that it was delicious.

Larry had gone into ecstasies when enjoying the meal; which was eaten while on the way down the river; the coming of Barker and his following having started the expedition suddenly.

And many times during that day had Larry referred to the great luck that had befallen him during his grand hunt. He would never cease to plume himself on having actually bagged that king bird of the American forest, and which is usually so timid that only the most experienced hunter can secure such a trophy.

“And,” he would say, as he picked a drumstick at noon with the keenest of relish, “our good luck didn’t stop with my having bagged the gobbler, either.”

“That’s a fact,” Phil had remarked; “our coming on the spot had considerable to do with this lunch we’re making right now. Because, only for that, it might be a funeral feast instead of a joy spread, eh, Larry?”

“Well, that’s just about right, Phil,” the fat youth had replied, turning just a shade paler than usual, although on account of his rosy hue this fact could hardly be noticed, to tell the truth; “but I wasn’t thinking of that; and please don’t mention it too often, for it’s apt to take my appetite away.”

“Then tell us what you did mean?” demanded his chum.

“I was thinking first of all how fortunate for us that the delicious odor of our cooking turk didn’t ooze out from the oven,” Larry went on.

“Oh! now I catch on to what’s on your mind,” laughed Phil. “You’re thinking of our colored friend, Pete Smith, the chap with the seven piccaninnies?”

“That’s what I am, Phil. What if he had caught the odor of that noble bird in his half starved condition?”

“Whose the bird’s?” queried Phil, wickedly.

“Oh! no, you know I mean Pete,” replied Larry, quite unruffled. “Don’t you suppose he’d have followed his nose, and discovered how we’d placed the turkey away so neatly? And he’d have uncovered him, and run away with the whole show. That would have not only cheated us out of our breakfast and lunch; but have also lost us a chance for doing a noble deed.”

“Hear! hear! I see you’re bringing your Boy Scout training down to Florida with you, Larry. And I wager you never let a sun go down without having done something to make a fellow critter happier. But stop and think, it was only midnight when Pete gave us that call, wasn’t it?”

“Somewhere about that time, I guess; but why?” Larry asked.

“Don’t you see,” Phil went on positively; “the oven couldn’t have more than half done its work by then; so even if Pete had gobbled the gobbler he’d have had to eat him partly cooked. Not that Pete would have objected very much to that, for he was too near the starving point to kick. Now, my opinion is, we had greater luck because we dug up our breakfast as early as we did.”

“How’s that, Phil? What has the early bird got to do with the worm; or the worm with the early bird, as it is in this case?”

“Why, you must remember that we had to quit in something of a hurry,” laughed Phil. “If our turkey was still in the oven don’t you suppose those dogs would have nosed it out in a jiffy after they arrived? And we couldn’t turn back to claim our game. That posse would have feasted on the fruits of your great hunt.”

In spite of Larry’s love for argument, based upon the fact that he expected to some day become a lawyer like his father, he was compelled to admit that in this case Phil had the best of it.

And so the bones of the turkey were polished off in the middle of the day; with every one declaring that it had been a great treat. Larry kept the two drumsticks as well as the wings of the gobbler. Possibly he might many a time feel a queer little sensation creeping up and down his spinal column as memory carried him back again to that slough, where the treacherous black mud was slowly but surely sucking him down.

And now the sun was creeping closer and closer to the western horizon; and they must soon come to a stop for the night; unless, as Phil rather suspected, Tony had conceived some sort of wild idea as to influencing them to keep right on, so that he could run them past the settlement of the shingle-makers in the darkness.

Of course there was bound to be a moon, for it even now hung low in the eastern heavens, being well on toward the full; and, as boys accustomed to the woods well know, a full moon always rises above a level horizon just at sunset. But clouds floated in patches across the sky, and it might be they would obscure this heavenly luminary long enough for Tony’s purposes.

But Phil was equally determined not to let the swamp boy try to run them past. He had come far to carry out his purpose; and could not bring himself to believe that it might fail utterly. Much as he had heard about the fierce nature of the giant, McGee, chief of the clan, he had faith to believe that even such a rugged and almost savage character might be subdued, if one went about it in the right way.

“We must be looking for a place to haul up, Tony,” Phil finally said, in his most determined tone.

The swamp boy looked almost heart-broken upon hearing him say this. He gritted his teeth together, and frowned. Phil knew what must be passing in his mind; and how poor Tony felt, that in obeying the wishes of this new friend, he was acting as a decoy, to betray the son of the hated Dr. Lancing into the hands of those who would treat him roughly.

Tony shook his head and sighed. Then, as if making up his mind that there was no other course for him to pursue, he tried to smile cheerfully. Perhaps he still hoped that if the worst came, he might find another arrow in his quiver to use. Perhaps he relied somewhat on the influence of his mother, she who had once been a school teacher in a city, before she came to marry this chieftain of the McGee clan.

“Just as yuh say, Phil,” he remarked, meekly. “If we have tuh tie up, reckons as how it could be did ’round hyah as well as anywhar else. Yuh see thar’s swamp nigh everywhar ‘bout, now nothin’ but cypress in this part o’ the kentry. So, when yuh say so, we’ll get a hitch ’round a tree, an’ stop.”

“Looks to be a likely place ahead there,” remarked Larry, who had been amusing himself with a pair of marine glasses Phil had brought along with him; and which promised to be particularly useful, once the motor boat reached the big waters of the gulf.

“Yep!” sang out Tony, who had such keen vision that he found no need of glasses to assist him, “they’s some land thar too, which makes it right decent. If so be yuh feel that yuh must stop, Phil, that’s a shore good place.”

And so they headed in for the landing selected, after navigating the stream for a short time longer. The sun had not yet gone down, though under the tall cypress trees, with their great clumps of gray hanging Spanish moss that looked like trailing banners, it was even then beginning to grow a little dusky.

Gently running alongside the bank, the Aurora came to a stop. Larry with his rope was quickly ashore, and securing the cable to a convenient tree. Then they let the motor boat swing around, so that her prow headed up-stream; after which she was apt to lie easy all night, with the current gurgling past, and singing the everlasting song of the running water.

Larry was for going ashore and making a fire, but Tony begged him not to.

“They find us soon enough, without hurryin’ it ’long that way,” he said.

“Oh! well,” Larry replied, “I suppose we can use the bully little kerosene gas cooker tonight. It’s a howling success, according to my mind; and I’m only wondering why you didn’t get a second edition while about it, Phil.”

“Because it was new to me,” replied his chum; “and while I’d heard a heap about it, I thought I’d like to try the thing out first. But I give you my word I’m going to have another as soon as I can send for it. And never again shall I go into camp without one along. Think of the rainy days when I’ve had to go hungry because all the wood was soaked; when with such a treasure in the tent you could cook to your heart’s content.”

“Then you give in to Tony, and say no fire ashore tonight?” asked Larry.

“Well, yes,” was Phil’s reply. “It’s pretty warm anyhow to cook over a blaze. And perhaps after all it might be better for me to drop into the village of the McGee, of my own free will, rather than be taken there, apparently against it.”

Again Tony sighed. Perhaps he felt that there was small chance of their passing that night so near the settlement of his people without having unwelcome visitors. Perhaps he knew only too well how the mute Barker must ere now have arrived among the shanties of the shingle-makers with his astonishing news; and that many dugouts would soon be scouring the river in search for the remarkable motor boat on which he, Tony, seemed an honored guest.

“I wonder if I could catch any fish here?” remarked Larry, who could not forget the success that had attended his previous efforts in the “hook and pole” line.

“Plenty everywhere along here, I should guess,” remarked Phil. “So suppose you get busy, and see if you can’t pull up a supper for the crowd. Fact is, old chum, you’re rapidly developing into a second class scout. When you get back North you will know so much that they’ll just have to get you a medal to wear. And the marks on the sleeve of your khaki jacket will about reach from your shoulder to your elbow, you’ll qualify for so much.”

“Aw! quit jollying me, Phil,” chuckled Larry, who nevertheless seemed to enjoy the novel sensation of being complimented on his newly acquired knowledge in the line of woodcraft.

He was soon busily engaged untangling his fishing line, while Tony went ashore to hunt for grubs in old logs; and Phil employed himself otherwise. From time to time the chums exchanged a few words, with Phil taking Larry to task for persisting in calling his jointed bamboo fishing rod a “pole!”

“That goes well enough with the country boy, who has only a long bamboo pole, with the string tied at the end,” he said, with the air of a schoolmaster; “but after you reach the point where you use a split bamboo jointed rod, and a fine rubber reel, it’s about time you stepped up a peg, and gave things their right name.”

Larry promised to be more careful in the future.

“There, I’ve got the tangle all out,” he said, with a sigh of relief; “and here comes Tony with some bait. What is it you’ve got? Bully for you, Tony! My! what a nice assortment of fat grubs. I just bet you the bass will grab at ’em like hot cakes. And strange to say, I’m actually feeling a little hungry myself at the thought of supper. Well, here goes for business.”

He went to the stern of the boat to cast out. Not just fancying the way the boat happened to lie, Larry picked up the setting pole, and started to push a little. In doing so he happened to thrust the pole into the water. Perhaps he was only trying to see how deep the river was at that point; at least he afterwards declared he had no other idea than that.

Phil, occupied in the little task which he had laid out for himself, paid no particular attention to Larry for several minutes. He was suddenly startled by a shrill screech from his chum. This caused him to leap quickly to his feet; and what he saw was enough to send a thrill through his whole body.

In prodding about with the push pole Larry must have struck some object lying at the bottom of the river, and the sudden appearance of this unsuspected neighbor had given him a terrible shock. It was a tremendous alligator that thrust his snout above the surface, just as Larry, losing his balance, fell into the river with a great splash!