ne that had washed ashore and made me a torch. With
this sharp spike and the torch I went fishing at night and got three
dandy big flounders."

"What's a flounder?" asked Arnold intensely interested.

"Well," explained Frank, "a flounder is a queer sort of a flat fish.
He's dark on top and white on the bottom. He swims on his side and has
his two eyes on the one side of his head unlike any other fish. When the
tide comes in he comes close inshore and burrows down into the sand to
wait till a minnow floats by. He reaches up and snaps Mr. Minnow and
then goes on to another good spot. If you take a bright light you can
walk right up to the flounder without alarming him. Then before he knows
what is coming, you thrust a spear down through his head and you have
him."

"Did you get yours that way?" eagerly asked Arnold.

"Not the first one," replied Frank with a laugh. "I just scared the
first one. And I'm afraid I forgot for a minute that I was a Boy Scout.
I was mighty hungry and that fellow looked so nice and fat I just felt
as if I simply had to have him."

Jack's arm stole inside Frank's and a pressure of sympathy told the Bob
White that a Beaver understood his former trouble.

"I move we go and get Frank's fire stick and bow," Harry suggested, "and
then put out the signal fires and hit the trail for the mainland. It is
getting along in the afternoon and I'm hungry and if we make Pascagoula
tonight, we'll have to go some."

"Second the motion," declared Arnold. "But where does Pascagoula lie
from here? Where is this place, anyway?"

"We're on Petit Bois Island, I think," replied Frank. "At least, one of
the men suggested that I be put ashore on Petit Bois and the rest
agreed, arguing that I would stay here only a short time before some
fishermen would visit the island and find me."

"Then in that case," Jack stated, "Pascagoula lies just about northwest
of us. If our compass hadn't been disarranged by the horseshoe, we'd
have been in the harbor by this time," he added.

"Your compass disarranged by a horseshoe?" queried Frank.

"Yes," was Jack's laughing rejoinder. "Did you ever hear such a tale?
And it was lucky for you it happened. There's a case of a horseshoe
being lucky for you when you've never seen it yet!"

After Jack had related the tale of the horseshoe and its relation to
their present situation, Arnold suggested that they visit Frank's camp
and then go aboard the Fortuna. This met the approval o