He must have reached St.Louis, and it would never do to drift past it.

Besides, the danger of being run down was now greater than ever.

So the boy took to his oars, and began to pull in the direction from which the loudest sound of whistles appeared to come.
Suddenly he was hailed.

"Look out dar, boss!" "Hold on!" shouted Winn.

"I am in trouble, and will give you a dollar to pilot me ashore." A skiff came alongside.