CHAPTER XV
LOST IN THE SWAMP
"This is certainly a wilderness!"
It was Snap who uttered the words, as he stood in the bow of the rowboat, taking in the scene before him. They had left Firefly Lake five miles behind them and were on the winding stream leading to Lake Narsac. On one side of the water-course were rough rocks and on the other a tangled mass of underbrush, backed up by rocks and tall cedars.
"A fellow could never make his way through such a woods as that," said Whopper, nodding in the direction of the forest. "Why, you'd tear your clothing all to pieces!"
"I can tell you one thing," put in Shep. "I think there must be plenty of game up here—if only one can get to it."
They had taken turns at rowing and poling the craft along. For the most part the poling was better than rowing, for the stream was too full of
