"Where are we now? Seems we ought to be nearly to Biloxi by this time. We've been hitting up a pretty good pace."
"We've got a long ways to go yet. There's Pascagoula over there on the starboard side now. We ran some little distance to the east."
"Sail ho," sung out Charley who was keeping a lookout from the top of the pilot house. "I see a man in a row boat."
"Where away?" asked Jack.
"Almost dead ahead! He's not rowing very hard."
"How shall I head to pick him up?" Jack questioned.
"Just a trifle to starboard. There. Steady as she goes."
In a short time the Fortuna driven by her powerful engines came up to the rowboat. As the boys approached the lone occupant of the skiff all were eager to see who it might be.
"Some early morning fisherman," ventured Arnold.
"He isn't fishing," declared Harry. "He's resting on his oars."