"Back to our old camping-place on the point for me," said Captain Westfield decidedly. "I'm sick for a breath of sweet, salt air once more. While we are resting up we can decide what we are going to do next." And so it was agreed. At Jupiter our little party bid good-by to Mr. Bruce and Mr. Jones, who returned to Palm Beach on the first train. Before parting, Mr. Bruce drew Charley to one side. "I am going to always regard you and your chum as my mascots," he said. "I am ashamed to confess it, but yours was the first and only case I have had since I was admitted to the bar. It is always hard for a young lawyer to get a start, and it is especially so in this state. You have broken the ice for me, and now Mr. Jones has retained me as counsel for his company, at a salary of $3,000 per year." "Good," said Charley heartily. "I congratulate Jones on having sense enough to know that he could not get a better attorney." The friendly station agent was delighted to see the little party back again, and pleased to learn that they had done so well in their unpromising venture. As he had just been granted a short vacation, the boys invited him to camp out with them for a while, an invitation which he was quick to accept. And now all five of them are camped on that sand point again, fishing, swimming, boating, getting oysters and clams, hunting turtle eggs, and having a good time generally. They are having lots of fun, but, as Captain Westfield remarked the other day: "I'll bet it won't be two weeks before you lads will get tired of this, and will want to get out and look for more trouble," to which Chris sighed: "Golly, I hopes not. Dis nigger is sho' enjoying dis sunshine and fishin'." THE END. * * * * * Transcriber's Notes: Original text did not have a Table of Contents. One was created by the transcriber to aid the reader. Obvious punctuation repaired. Page 12, "Okechobee" changed to "Okeechobee" (lays the great lake Okeechobee) End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Boy Chums in the Florida Jungle, by Wilmer M. Ely