ek back, by name Pete Smith. He's
been headin' up thisaway, as the dogs allow; and p'raps now yuh might
a-seen somethin' of him."

Phil pretended to look at Larry as though surprised.

"I bet you it must have been him, Larry!" he said, in a voice loud
enough to be heard on shore; and then turning to the sheriff he went
on: "Some sort of critter sneaked into our boat last night, sir, and
made way with a lot of our grub. Guess it must have been the runaway
you mention."

"And my goodness! did you hear him say it was a desperate convict,
Phil?" cried the innocent Larry, showing all the signs of alarm. "Why,
he might have murdered us while we slept! Oh! what a narrow escape!"

They were now opposite the sheriff, and still drifting with the
current, though held back by the turning of the screw.

"Say, what's that about a thief gettin' away with some of your grub?"
called out the officer, excitedly. "Whar was you campin' at the time?
Didn't we see you tied up tuh the bank yonder, whar that palmetto bends
down like? Tell me that, younkers! It's a heap important, yuh see,
that my dawgs pick up the scent fresh, though I spect they's on to it
right now."

"Yes, we spent last night there, Mr. Sheriff, right where you see that
palmetto. Hope you have all the luck you deserve!" Phil sent back over
the widening water.

"You'd better look sharp below aways. They's a hard crowd down in that
region, the McGee clan o' law breakers and squatters. They'll clean
yuh out, if yuh stop off nigh 'em. That's a warnin', younkers. If so
be yuh meet old McGee, tell him Bud Barker ain't forgot, an' in time
he's acomin' back!"

Tony could hardly keep from rising up, and shaking his fist after the
enemy of his father, when these threatening words floated to his ears.
But Phil pulled him down before his presence was discovered by the
sheriff.

The last they saw of Barker he was pushing after his dogs, pellmell,
doubtless in the belief that he would get on the track of Pete again
when they arrived at the palmetto tree.

"Do you really suppose that what he says is true, and Pete's a regular
pirate?" asked Larry, in a troubled voice.

"Well, not any so you could notice," laughed Phil. "In fact, after
seeing the make-up of the fierce fire-eating sheriff, I'm more than
ever glad I gave poor old Pete the glad hand, and helped him on his
way. Perhaps he may not have such a raft of piccaninnies as he said,
but anyhow I'm pretty sur