ind him.

"Dar's yo' money! Dar's yo' money!" he shouted. "Call off yo' B'ar!"

But that was not so easy. Bosephus shouted frantically at Horatio, but
he did not seem to hear. His blood was up, and his taste for dark meat
was stronger than his love of money. As the two came clattering around
the second time he was so close to his prey that with a quick swipe he
got quite a piece of his shirt. With a wild yell the fat fugitive leaped
over into the river and struck out for shore.

Horatio paused. His half open jaws were dripping and his eyes red and
fiery with disappointment. Bo went up to him gently.

"Come, Ratio," he whispered.

The Bear paid no heed. He was watching his escaped prey, who had reached
the shore and was disappearing in a great canefield.

[Illustration: THE FAT FUGITIVE LEAPED OVER INTO THE RIVER.]

"Come!" Bo whispered again. "We'll go ashore, too."

Horatio wheeled eagerly. The gangplank was being lowered, and he hurried
Bo out on it, so that when it touched the bank he was all ready to give
chase again.

"No, wait; some music first," said Bo. "I have thought of some new lines
for the second part of the tune."

For a moment Horatio hesitated. Then the temptation of the music was
stronger even than his appetite, and, throwing his violin into position,
he began to play. The passengers, roused by the excitement, had gathered
on the upper deck. The crew coming ashore below paused to listen.

[Illustration: Music]

"Oh! there was a fat darky with an appetite for wealth,
And the only way to get it was to capture it by stealth,

[Illustration: Music]

But when it came to keep it, his chances were so small,
He concluded that he really didn't care for it at all.

[Illustration: Music]

For we placed him and we faced him, and my bear Horatio chased him--
In a manner most surprising he pursued him to and fro--

[Illustration: Music]

And we hope we do not grieve you, but we feel that we must leave you,
For the Southern sun is rising, and we're bound--to--go."

The crew cheered and the passengers on the upper deck shouted and waved
their handkerchiefs.

"Don't go!" they called. "Don't leave us!" But the friends turned their
faces to the East and set out on a broad white road that led away to the
sunrise.

CHAPTER VII

HORATIO'S MOONLIGHT ADVENTURE

[Illustration: Music]

"Rooster in de chicken coop crowin' foh day,
Horses in de stable go