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108 have been without food for some time. There was a spare bunk on the Clytie, and Charlie, the traces of his tears washed away, was soon sleeping comfortably in this.

"What are we going to do?" asked Blake, when the others sat in the small cabin that night, talking over the situation.

"Well, we've got to try to locate his mother; of course," said Mr. Ringold. "I'll have a talk with him in the morning, and see if I can't find out from what town or city it was his house was carried away. He ought to know where he lived, even if he doesn't recall his own name. And that may come to him by daylight. We'll just let him sleep now, and get some ourselves."

"For we've got a lot of work ahead of us," commented C. C. Piper.

"Going to stand watch and watch to-night?" asked Blake.

"I don't see any need of it," answered Mr. Ringold. "We are out of the way of the main flood here, and, even if the river does rise, we'll be all right. I think we'll all go to bed."

The night was a rather restless one for all save Charlie House. The little chap slept through it all, though about midnight the river began to rise again, as those aboard the boat could tell by her motions. But they were