"Tom mentioned that, and he said that often one
could wander about in them being close to the right route all the while,
and yet not know a thing about it."
"Cheerful prospect," remarked Grace.
"Oh, I'm sure we'll get on the right stream--sometime," spoke Mollie
cheerfully. "What do you say--had we not better turn back?"
They all agreed that this was best, and soon, in the fast gathering
dusk, the _Gem_ was swung about and was breasting the rather sluggish
current.
To the credit of the outdoor girls be it said that even in this
nerve-racking emergency they did not altogether lose heart and courage.
Of course there was that first instinctive fear, and something like a
gasping for breath, as when one plunges into cold water. But the
reaction came, and the girls were themselves once more--brave and
self-reliant.
"I only hope we don't pass the stream up which we went to have our
lunch," spoke Mollie as they went on. She and the others were peering
from side to side in the gloom.
"Oh, I'm sure we can find that," declared Betty. "There is a big, dead
cypress tree, with a lot of moss on it, just at the turn.
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