“Yes, but suppose we can’t find the right lead?” objected Frank. “Then we will be in a pretty fix!”
“Oh, we can find it,” declared Tom reassuringly. “If necessary we can try every one until we get the right one.”
Turning their boat the boys pulled rapidly back to the lagoon and after a careful survey decided on another channel.
“Hurrah, this is right!” cried Frank after they had rowed some distance, “I remember that clump of reeds. We’re all right.”
But after they had rowed steadily for an hour the two boys began to have doubts.
“We ought to be out by that island by now,” declared Tom. “I’m beginning to think we’re wrong again.”
“I was just getting that same way myself,” admitted Frank. “Say, if we don’t look out it’ll be dark before we get out of here.”
“Well we can use the radio,” suggested Tom.
“Not unless we have to,” replied Frank. “We still have time to go back and—hello, there’s the island now!”
Glancing over his shoulder Tom saw that they had reached a bend in the waterway and beyond it loomed a wooded island. For a moment he gazed at it.