At last Dan came back with a smile on his face.
"I swam a short distance down the passage way," he exclaimed, "and I saw a faint light. I am sure it leads to the river."
"Then let us try our luck."
"Can you swim with that wounded shoulder?"
"I can swim with one hand, lad, although I allow it will be slower work than with two hands."
"Then come on. If we can get away, the sooner the better," returned the boy, and led the way into the water once more. They walked as far as they could and then began to swim. Stover insisted on taking the lead.
"I'm used to scoutin'," he said. "We don't want to run in no hornet's nest."
The water now reached almost to the top of the passageway, and they had to move with caution for fear of striking their heads. The light grew clearer and clearer as they advanced, until Stover announced that he could see the river bank ahead, with some roots of trees and bushes hanging down in the passageway.
"Keep back, and I'll take a look out," he whispered, and drew slowly to the end of the opening. He was gone several minutes, during which time Dan supported himself by clinging to a jagged rock sticking out from overhead.
"Come on back; we can't escape jest yet,"
