"Do you happen to know anything about what the gang did with our launch, the 'Spray'?" inquired Frank. "I hope she's not lost."
"I think you'll find her at Biloxi," answered Carlos. "They were going to take here there and hide her until this matter had blown over. They might have repainted her and sold her under some other name after a while, but at present she's there, I believe."
"That's good news," declared Charley. "I like that boat."
"And you want to watch out," Carlos added, "for a shrimping schooner of those fellows. They have left Pascagoula already this morning and are headed for Biloxi Bay. They are determined that you shall not, under any circumstances, beat them to the treasure."
"So there is a treasure?" asked Jack. "Do you think there is really a treasure hidden there, or is it all talk?"
"I don't know," replied Carlos. "They believe the story."
A berth was now turned over to Madero and he was urged to lie down and take what rest he could. As he curled up in the berth, Rowdy came in, jumped up on the berth and curled up beside the newcomer. Not a sign of antagonism did the bulldog exhibit.
"Well, you're all right now," declared Harry. "That bulldog's our acid test. When he thinks a fellow is all right, that settles it."
"That is very comforting," declared Carlos. "I hope Rowdy and I become great friends. He's a nice dog."
"How's the foot?" inquired Harry. "I forgot to ask before."