New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1915-10-27
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live happy ever after"
lot course, Jimmy"
sand 40 would yOu."
They always

"And 90 would you"
II know Il know itl''
well. then. why just don't your
Good leftenant, Black Bart will
take your counsel into full advisement.
Later we shall see. Meantime we
must have a care for our good ships
safety, for none may tell what plans
yon varlet may be laying to circum-
vent u.s.
So saying sought out Peterson and
asked him for his maps and charts.
There was. as found by consulting
these, deep bayou. an old river bed.
that ran inland some thirty miles, ap
parently tapping rich plantation
country which was not served by the
regular river boats.
do you know anything about this
old channel. Peterson" inquired.
Nothing at all except from hearsay
and what you see here" he replied.
II don't know whether or not it has
bar at either end, but likely enough it
has at both, though we might crowd
through"
And how about the gasoline sup
ply?"
Enough to get US in at least. And.
I say, here's q sort of plantation post
Office marked. There's just bare
chance we could get a drum or so in
there. I don't think we can, though"
whats she drawing now as she
runs, Peterson?"
-Four feet two inches. She's shade
low by the stern. We've quite lot
Of supplies aboard this early in the
cruise But don't suppose we've got
enough"
"Well, Peterson" said l, water
leaves no trail If there's no one
watching when we open up this next
bend run for the bayou, and We'll see
If we can get under cover. OF course
it's all q mistake about Mr.. Davidson's
wiring on to have US stopped. though
we can't blame him since he hasn't
any idea who it is that has run away
with the boat. But now it suits me
better to double in here, and let the
chase try to find us on the main river,
If there is any chase"
"Well, sir, If might be so bold.
what are your plans about the two
ladies?'
II have none which will affect your
navigation Of the boat, Peterson
The old man flushed a shade "Ex-
cuse me, Mr.. Harry. know you'll do
nothing out of the way. But the old
hen-1 beg pardon
"You mean the revered aunt, Peter
son.
Eyes, sir, the revered aunt. Well.
sir, the revered aunt, dash her.
eyes, dash her starry top lights, Pc
terson, and even If need be shiver her
timbers! Go on"
"Why, she's been trying to pull of a
wedding on this boat ever since we left
Mackinaw."
"Why not2 You mean that Mr.. Da-
wilson and the revered aunt were get
ting on well?''
"Oh. no, bless your heart, no! 1t
was the young lady. Miss Emory. And
she"- ...-
I raised my hand. "Never mind. Pc
terson. We can't discuss that at all.
But now I'm minded to give my friend
Mr.. Davidson a little game Of follow
my leader. And just to show how
We'll do that We'll begin with a pre-
liminary go at hide and seek. Take
the chance. Peterson, and run into the
bayou. I'll put of the small boat for
soundings. II we can get gas and can
get in and can get out unnoticed may
be we can run by New Orleans in the
night and none the wiser"
~And where then. Mr.. Harry?"
Peterson, the high seas have no
bridges, and If they had should not
cross them yet. Perhaps If did
then should burn them behind me-"
''She's mortal fine young woman.
Mr.. Harry, mortal fine one. I'll be
sworn he makes hard run for her.
But SO can we-eh, Mr.. Harry? He'll
like enough pocket US In here. though"
I made no answer to this. The old
man left me to take the wheel, and
noted his head wag from side to side
As good fortune would have It, we
swung in. opposite the screened mouth
Of Henry's bayou. at time when the
stream was free Of all craft that might
have observed us, although far across
the forest we could see black column
Of smoke. marking river steamer
coming up.
"Quick with that longboat, Lafltte,"
l ordered, and he drew our old craft
alongside as we slowed down. Get
over yonder and sound for bar. Take
the boat hook. If you get four feet
We'll try IT,
My hardy young ruffian was moth
ing If not prompt. nor was he less eff
cient than the average deck hand. It
was he who did the sounding while
Willie, our factotum, pulled slowly in
toward the mouth Of the old river bed.
watched them through the glasses,
noting that rarely could LATTE find
any bottom at all with the long shaft
Of the boat hook. "She's all right, Pc