“Then we’ll go!” declared Maurice, with vim, shaking his chum’s hand furiously.  “Given a week to get my traps together, sell what I don’t want, lay in some provisions, buy a few things, like a flannel shirt and corduroy trousers after the style of those you wear, and I’ll be ready.  Say, Thad, what a day this has turned out after all, and I was just thinking it the blackest ever.”

“It’s made me mighty happy, I know,” asserted Thad, with tears in his honest blue eyes; “for I’d just hated to lose you, old boy, sure I would.”

“Just to think of our launching on that great old river and starting for such a long voyage; it’s immense, that’s what.  I’ve always wanted to see something of the old Mississippi and to think that the chance has come.  Why, it’s like magic, that’s what.  A flip of the hand and everything is changed.  The opening of Uncle Ambrose’s letter must have been the turning point in my life—­our lives, Thad.  Oh, I am so glad I hardly know what to do.”  “Ditto here.  On my part I’ll put the week in tinkering on the old barge, for she can stand some improvement, I guess.  When that fisherman gave her to me on going to the hospital, from which the poor fellow never came back, he said he always intended dropping down the river to the gulf in her; but I never dreamed I’d be the one to navigate the Tramp that way.  I can hardly wait to get back.  I want to be at work making those changes, and building your bunk.”

“Just like you, Thad, always ready to do something for another fellow,” declared his chum, affectionately.

“Oh! shucks! that’s where the best part of the fun comes in.  And how lucky it is you’ve got a gun, Maurice, for there will be lots of chances while we travel down stream to pick up a mess of ducks, some snipe, and perhaps a big goose or two.  Bob Fletcher told me he had shot ’em off the bars down the Mississippi.”

“Right you are, Thad,” cried the other.

“And if our supplies and money run out, why, we can sure stop in some place and get work, I reckon.  Then there’s fish to be had for the catching, and you know I’m up to all the wrinkles about that job, seeing that I’ve been supplying many families here with the finnies during the summer and fall.  Say, can you come down tonight, and talk it all over aboard our palatial houseboat?  We can arrange all the things we want to do, make out a list of supplies that are sure to be needed, no flimsies or luxuries allowed, and in the morning I’ll get to work.”

“Of course I’ll come, after supper.  Still in the old cove, are you?”

“Yes.  I’ve got a stout lock on the door now, and every time I leave the shanty I drag my little canoe, as I call it, into the house.  If I didn’t some thief would run off with it sure.  They’re a tough crowd around here, the boys I mean.  Wonder if we’ll run up against many as bad when we journey along?” remarked Thad; and in good time he would learn that the Ohio and Mississippi rivers constitute what might easily be termed the “Rogues’ Highway,” since hundreds of tough characters make use of the current, in order to slip from one borough that has grown too hot for their comfort to another where they are not known.