I had not proceeded fifty yards when I saw the folly of this movement.

I found myself in the midst of a labyrinth, dark and dismal, surrounded by a wall of leaves and brambles.

The branches of the mangroves, rooted at their tops, barred up the path, and vines laced them together.
"If they be spies," thought I, "I have taken the worst plan to catch them.

I may as well go through now.

I cannot be distant from the rear of the camp.