CHAPTER XXII
THE EVERGLADE CAMP
The Loon stood irresolute for a few seconds. He seemed to want to rush off into the dark woods again, and evidently expected the girls to follow him. But, though they were very anxious to effect the rescue of their friend Tom, and the other unknown, held in some distant camp, Betty and her chums would take no risks.
"Come!" called the Little Captain to the simple-minded lad, "we will go for help, and soon be back here—if you can guide us."
"Oh, yes, I know the way all over these parts—even in the Everglades."
"Are there Everglades here?" asked Mollie, who had heard much of those strange, floating forests.
"A small patch," answered The Loon, "but not much like the real Everglades. It is a big swampy tract, and the camp is in there."
"A turpentine camp?" asked Grace, filled sudden hope.
"No, the bosses are getting out a certain kind
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