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"Yaas, sir, Boss," was Doright's unvarying reply. The boys were marched a short distance up the deserted street to a disreputable looking shanty. Here they were forced inside and compelled to enter an inner room. "Doright, get a piece of rope and tie these young fellers." "Haint got no rope, Boss," announced Doright. "No rope here." "What'll we tie 'em with?" inquired Lopez.
The boys had decided that a few fish would be required for supper and had run out some distance from shore 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 assistance they soon had a fine supper prepared.
In explanation Doright told him that many people were out for fish at that hour, seeming to think the fish fed at certain hours, hence were more easily captured. In a short time Doright's muscles had forced the ungainly looking craft to a point where it was necessary to use care in navigating the stretch of water if collision with shipping was to be avoided.
"Conscience got to hurting a little and we owe the presence of this united band of Boy Scouts to our friend Doright. Boys, I move three cheers for Doright! Give them real heartily now, as if you meant it." The ringing cheers went echoing across the waters of the Gulf, bringing a grin to Doright's black face. He scarcely caught the entire meaning of this tribute, but he sensed the import of it.
"Now then, engineer," Tom cried flinging himself full length in the bottom of the boat, "let out a link! We're going home!" Doright's application to the oars quickly brought the party to a point where they could distinguish the riding lights of the vessels at anchor in the river. As they were passing the mouth of a little bayou, Frank declared he saw people in a boat near the entrance.
"After Doright's lucid explanation, I think we have reduced our troubles to just one," he announced in a tone of finality. "Just one trouble on earth," shouted Harry. "Oh my!" "And what, pray, might that be?" queried Frank.
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