"Excuse me from such a disaster as that," was Fred's comment, while Nellie, who had heard the story, shuddered.
That evening, they tied up close to the village of Canston. Not far south was a large plantation, employing a great number of negroes, and some of these came down to take a look at the houseboat.
As soon as the Dora was tied up, Captain Starr made a thorough examination of the craft, to make certain that she had received no injury below the water-line. Dick accompanied him, and so did Songbird.
"She is O. K.," announced the captain. "There isn't a leak as big as a flea anywhere."
Aleck, Tom and Sam went down into the village to procure some stores for the houseboat, and while there learned that there had been a row at the plantation and two negroes had been seriously hurt. As a consequence of the quarrel, one burly negro called Watermelon Pete had run away.
"He's a bad egg, that Watermelon Pete," said the storekeeper in speaking of the affair. "I wish he'd leave this locality for good."
When the boys got back to the houseboat, they found the others hunting all over the Dora with lanterns.
"What are you looking for?" asked Tom.
