e worth mentioning, so that his
excitement was easily understood.

On the next morning Jack cut up the lean pig, having a fair knowledge
of the methods employed in such a case. Of course, none of them just
fancied living off some man's property, and if they could only find out
who the owner of the razorback was they would have only too gladly paid
whatever it was worth.

But whether they ever did find him out or not, it would be a wicked
shame to let all that sweet meat go to waste. And that very morning
they had some pretty nice chops from the pig's ribs, which gave them a
taste at any rate.

That morning they continued to move south through Currituck Sound.
There were some ducks in sight, and more arriving, but only an
occasional discharge of a gun came to their ears. Once Jack pointed to
a wedge-shaped line of geese standing out against the clear sky far
above, and heading still further south for some favorite feeding bar.

That night they camped on Roanoke Island, and the boys knew that they
had made gallant progress through a portion of North Carolina.

"Tomorrow we will, I expect, get through Albemarle Sound, which is
something like twenty-five miles in length," Jack remarked, as around a
cheery fire that night they talked of what lay just before them.

"And after that, what?" questioned Herb.

"There's a lighthouse at the head of the narrower Croaton Sound, and if
you look over there to the east right now you'll see the one on Body
Island at Oregon Inlet. We've got to cross there first of all, you
see."

"More inlets beyond that, are there?" asked George, trying to look
indifferent.

"Two more before we reach Hatteras in Pamlico Sound, and known as New
Inlet and Loggerhead. That last one is a hummer, too, I understand;
but it can't be any worse than some we've successfully negotiated,"
Jack answered.

"Particularly that Watchapreague one," chuckled Josh, "where the jolly
mermaids lie in wait to coax all handsome fellows overboard."

"Huh! that's right," remarked Nick; "and I noticed that you stayed
aboard all right, Josh."

"Nothing to bother about with any of them, if only the boats behave
half way decently," declared Jack. "If the engine of the _Wireless_
hadn't balked just when it did, George wouldn't have had any trouble."

"And I'd have been saved my bath," chuckled Nick.

"But what of me, kind sors?" broke in Jimmy, in his thickest brogue,
assumed, no doubt, for the occasion. "I'd h