CHAPTER IX
IN JAIL AT LAST
"Oh, the sky is blue and the sun is high,
And the days roll 'round, and the weeks go by——"
BO," interrupted Horatio, softly; "what's that over there on the bank that looks like a man all in a wad?"
The little boy was singing along through the sweet Louisiana afternoon, putting into his song whatever came into his head:—
"And I turn, and I look, and what do I see?
Someone's left his bundle by a live oak tree."
"What do you suppose is in that bundle, Bo?" asked the Bear, anxiously.
"Oh, I don't know. Old clothes, from the looks of it. The owner isn't far off.
"When a coat and vest and hat, and pair of trousers you espy,
You can bet your bottom dollar there's a man close by."