"Almost dead ahead! He"s not rowing very hard."
"How shall I head to pick him up?" Jack questioned.
"Just a trifle to starboard. There. Steady as she goes."
In a short time the Fortuna driven by her powerful engines came up to the rowboat. As the boys approached the lone occupant of the skiff all were eager to see who it might be.
"Some early morning fisherman," ventured Arnold.
"He isn"t fishing," declared Harry. "He"s resting on his oars."
Harry now mounted to the pilot house roof and took the gla.s.ses.
"I know that chap," he cried. "Better starboard your helm and go to port of him. We don"t want to get any closer to that chap."
"Who is it, Harry?" asked Jack.
"Little Simple Simon Sorefooted Carlos Madero at your service."
"He got run over once by getting in the way of this vessel. I wonder if he"s trying it again," mused Jack, holding the Fortuna on her course.
"We"ve got crew enough now so that we can mount guard over him day and night if we want to. Let"s pick him up and see what he knows. We can easily tow his skiff along."
"Sure! Let"s pick up a shark or two! Let"s explode some dynamite in the cabin. Let"s drill holes in the ship. Let"s anything."
"Now don"t get sarcastic, if you please. Madero didn"t do all those things. He tried something once and didn"t make it work."
"Yes, and he got a sore foot, too! He"s out here for more."
Answering the hail from the Fortuna, Madero, for it was he, asked to be taken aboard. He seemed weak and unable to help himself. When his condition became apparent the boys were all sympathy. They quickly helped him over the rail and then took his boat in tow.
"What"s on your mind, Madero?" laughed Jack. "How are you?"
"I want first of all to tell you fellows how sorry I am I ever did anything to harm you. I believed that you were some terrible creatures come down here to rob and pillage and torture the natives. I had been told by Wyckoff that if you caught me alone you would not hesitate to kill me. He made me believe I was doing something creditable when I attempted to destroy your boat."
"Well, that"s all right, Madero. We forgive you."
"And I want to say that I came aboard your boat the other night to finish what Wyckoff and I both had failed to do earlier. When you boys were so kind to me after my accident I hadn"t the heart to hurt you. I returned to Wyckoff and refused to do any more. He then had me taken back into the country and put into the chain gang where the negro criminals are worked on the public highways."
"The brute," exclaimed the boys almost in chorus.
"And when I made a trifling mistake," went on Carlos, "the foreman had me stretched over a log and whipped like an animal. My back has been bleeding badly and I hoped I might find you to help me again if you can bring yourselves to do it. I don"t deserve it."
"Sure, we"ll help you if we can," stoutly maintained Harry.
"How did you happen to be away out here?" asked Jack.
"When I got away from the chain gang, I went to the shipyard and asked for you. The foreman is furious. He says you jumped your bill. I found out that you had headed to the eastward and I at once concluded you had pursued the schooner. Then I thought you"d be coming back, headed for Biloxi. So I waited."
The boys now tenderly removed the clothing from Madero"s bruised and bleeding back. Cruelly had the lash torn the flesh. Their first aid chest was speedily opened and soothing lotions and ointments applied.
Their work was skillfully and quickly done.
Madero"s grat.i.tude knew no bounds. He could scarcely restrain the tears as he tried to thank the boys for their kindness.
"Do you happen to know anything about what the gang did with our launch, the "Spray"?" inquired Frank. "I hope she"s not lost."
"I think you"ll find her at Biloxi," answered Carlos. "They were going to take here there and hide her until this matter had blown over. They might have repainted her and sold her under some other name after a while, but at present she"s there, I believe."
"That"s good news," declared Charley. "I like that boat."
"And you want to watch out," Carlos added, "for a shrimping schooner of those fellows. They have left Pascagoula already this morning and are headed for Biloxi Bay. They are determined that you shall not, under any circ.u.mstances, beat them to the treasure."
"So there is a treasure?" asked Jack. "Do you think there is really a treasure hidden there, or is it all talk?"
"I don"t know," replied Carlos. "They believe the story."
A berth was now turned over to Madero and he was urged to lie down and take what rest he could. As he curled up in the berth, Rowdy came in, jumped up on the berth and curled up beside the newcomer. Not a sign of antagonism did the bulldog exhibit.
"Well, you"re all right now," declared Harry. "That bulldog"s our acid test. When he thinks a fellow is all right, that settles it."
"That is very comforting," declared Carlos. "I hope Rowdy and I become great friends. He"s a nice dog."
"How"s the foot?" inquired Harry. "I forgot to ask before."
"Great," declared Madero. "You boys are fine doctors."
Just at dusk the Fortuna drew into Biloxi bay. The boys had decided that a few fish would be required for supper and had run out some distance from sh.o.r.e where they threw over their lines with good success. Several Spanish Mackerel graced the bag as a result of their efforts. They were justly proud of their catch.
Charley and Frank were elected cooks for the evening. With Doright"s a.s.sistance they soon had a fine supper prepared. Fresh mackerel with a package of Saratoga chips was the piece de resistance, but the table did not lack for comforts. It was noticeable that their appet.i.tes were increasing. All were feeling in prime condition.
Just before supper was served the Fortuna was tied up alongside the wharf of the shrimping factory where the fishing vessels landed their cargoes. The electric lights were turned on, presenting a cheerful scene as one viewed the craft from sh.o.r.e. Night was falling rapidly and the boys were glad they had reached port.
Rowdy interrupted the peaceful scene by growling and moving about uneasily. He ran whining from one door to the other.
Madero, who was sitting at the end of the table, glanced up from his plate to peer out of a window. With a gasp he fell back.
"There"s Lopez!" he cried, pointing through the window.
CHAPTER XXII
A DESPERATE ATTEMPT
Doright was standing near the door. Rowdy"s excitement now increased to a high pitch. He dashed madly to and fro in the cabin.