thinking of how frightened the girls, and especially Jessie, must have been.
"I'll wager the trail is now a mass of mud and water," said Phil, and he was right, and as they progressed, they frequently got into the mud up to their ankles.
It was eleven o'clock when they gained the edge of the woods and came out on the plains. The sky was still overcast, only a few stars being faintly visible.
"Are you sure of the right direction, Dave?" asked the shipowner's son, as both paused to look around.
"I think this is the trail, Phil, don't you?" and Dave pointed with his finger to a deep rut in the soil.
"Yes. But that doesn't make it right," and Phil gazed around in some perplexity.
"What do you mean? This is the only trail around here."
"So I see. But, somehow, this edge of the woods doesn't look familiar to me. I thought we entered at a point where I saw a clump of four trees on the left."
"Hum! I rather think I saw those trees myself," mused Dave. "But I don't see them now."
"Neither do I, and that makes me think that perhaps we came out of the woods at the wrong spot."
