darkness, and it was not long before he was hopelessly mixed up. In his endeavor to pick his way up the mountainside, he plunged deeper and deeper into the forest, until all at once the full realization of his situation burst upon him like a flash.
He was lost!
Lost in that veritable jungle, which appeared to stretch out for miles on every side of him. The tall tropical trees were everywhere, festooned with monstrous vines, while below grew the dank moss and fungi, the home of countless beetles, ants, spiders and other insects. No wonder Dick shivered. It was a situation to make any heart quail.
"If it was only daylight," he thought. "But it's as black as ink, and I haven't got so much as a lantern."
He felt in his pocket. He had still two matches left and he drew them forth. Trying one, he found it had no head.
"Only one match that is good," he said, half aloud. "I had better find the driest kind of wood before I strike it."
He searched around for several minutes, for dry wood was scarce in a spot where all seemed so damp for the want of sunshine. At last he struck the match on a stone.
It flashed up, sputtered—and went out. In
