CHAPTER V.HUNTED.
Dick slept the whole night through, which was a very good thing for him, because he needed it, and because he could have made no progress in the thick darkness through the marshy wilderness.

No human beings saw him, but the wild animals took more than one look.

Not all were little.

One big clumsy brute, wagging his head in a curious, comic way, shuffled up from the edge of the swamp, sniffed the strange human odor, and, still wagging his comic head, came rather close to the sleeping boy.

Then the black bear decided to be afraid, and lumbered back into the bushes.
An owl perched on a bough almost over Dick's head, but this was game far too large for Mr.Owl's beak and talons, and he soon flew away in search of something nearer his size.