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BOY SCOUTS IN SOUTHERN WATERS OR THE SPANIARD'S TREASURE CHEST

CHAPTER I

A COLLISION IN THE FOG

"Wow! Look at that one! That's a monster!"

"That must be the ninth wave."

"What do you mean by the ninth wave, Jack?"

"Why, Arnold, don't you know that every third wave is bigger than the
two preceding it and that every ninth wave is bigger than the preceding
eight?" queried Jack Stanley.

"No, can't say that I ever knew that," replied Arnold Poysor leaning out
of the pilot house of a sturdy motor boat plowing her way through the
waters of that part of the Gulf of Mexico known as Mississippi Sound.
"But I do know," he continued, "that if the Fortuna takes many more
green ones over her bow, we'll have to get something other than oilskins
to keep us dry!"

"Gee, I wish this fog would lift and let us find out where we are!" put
in a third member of the part. "This is fierce!"

"It's thicker than the mush we used to get in that South Water Street
restaurant when we were fitting out in Chicago!" declared the first
speaker. "That was a bum place to eat!"

"Never mind the eats!" replied the one addressed as "Jack." "Just you
keep that Klaxon going. You know we're on government waters here and the
pilot rules require us to keep a fog signal sounding once every minute.
We had hard enough work to convince the United States Inspectors that
the Klaxon would make a perfectly good fog signal. Let's not fall down
now on the job of keeping it going."

"I'd hate like everything to have a collision!"

"So would we all!" declared the first speaker.

Four boys were standing in the pilot house of a sturdily built and
splendidly equipped motor boat that was being rolled and tossed by the,
waves driven from the Gulf of Mexico before a southerly wind. Great
banks of fog were rolling inland before the wind--fog so thic