But they are our footprints, so we may as well follow them." They went on and proceeded for several hundred feet in silence.

Then Tom uttered a cry of dismay.
"Well, this beats the Dutch!" he gasped.
"What's wrong now ?" asked Dick.
"Do you know what we are doing?
We are heading for the road again, instead of for the place where we left the _Dartaway_!" "Tom!" gasped Sam.

"Are you sure ?" "I am.

See that fallen tree?
We are about half way between the road and the swamp." "Yes, I remember the tree, and you are right," said Dick.

"This is too bad! And when we are in such a hurry, too!" His voice had a note of despair in it.
"Well, keep to this trail now," said Sam.