“Who does it belong to?” asked Jerry.
There was no answer. Then, all at once, there came a splash in the water.
“Some one has fallen overboard!” cried Bob.
Jerry flashed the light down on the surface of the river. In the white glare the tramp could be seen striking out for shore. He was swimming well, and seemed in no need of assistance so Jerry did not stop the towing of the barge to put over to him.
“Well of all the queer tramps he’s the limit,” said Bob. “He don’t seem to mind getting a bath. Wonder how he came to fall in.”
“He didn’t fall in, he jumped,” said Jerry. “There’s something queer behind this.”
[CHAPTER XIV]
CAMPING OUT
“Hurry up, run the barge ashore and let’s see what he’s up to,” suggested Ned.