it was arranged. Two hours later the guard was changed, so that all got some much-needed rest, although a sound sleep was out of the question.
With the coming of morning the youths looked around eagerly for some craft to give them assistance. Yet it was a good hour before a steamboat came down the river and stopped at their call.
"What's wanted?"
"We want to be towed down the river," said Dick. "We'll pay you for the job."
"Are you stuck?"
"Yes, but you can easily pull us back and out."
"Where do you want to go?"
Those on the houseboat had already talked the matter over and decided to move on at least as far as Baraville, about twenty miles from New Orleans. Dick had once heard Sack Todd speak of the place and knew the man was acquainted there, and had also heard Solly Jackson say he had once lived in that locality.
"I'll tow you to Baraville if you wish it," said the captain of the small steamboat. "It will cost you ten dollars."
"All right, but get there as fast as you can," answered Dick. "We are in a big hurry."
A line was thrown out and made fast, and in a few minutes the houseboat was freed from the sunken tree. Then steamboat and houseboat
