By J. T. Trowbridge.
Chapter XIII.
ON THE OLD COW'S BACK.
nce more in the boat's stern with his steering paddle, Perce Bucklin gazed eagerly over the bobbing heads of the twins, who were rowing, and reported his observations, as they approached the castaway on the back of the "Old Cow."
"It's nobody I can make out," he said, when near enough to recognize, as he believed, any person he knew. "But that isn't a yachting-cap he has on; it's a handkerchief tied around his head. The sun on the water dazzles me or I —— Boys," he suddenly exclaimed, "it isn't a man! It's a boy!"
And he shouted, "Hello, there!"
The castaway returned the hail, and as the boat came nearer, cried out:
"That you, Perce Bucklin?"
Then Perce uttered an ejaculation of the greatest astonishment: