"Well, what do you propose to do?" asked Frank, quietly. "I don't seem to have anything to say in this matter. You are running it to suit yourselves."
They were undecided, but one thing was certain; they would not go back into the swamp. The white canoe was there, and the professor and the Irish lad did not care to see that again.
"Whoy not go on, Frankie?" asked Barney. "We're out av th' woods, an', by follyin' this strame, we ought to get out av th' Iverglades."
"What do you say, professor?" asked Frank, who was rather enjoying the adventure, although he did not fancy the idea of spending a night on the marsh.
"Go on—by all means, go on!" roared the little man.
"Go on, it is, then. We'll proceed to explore the Everglades in company with Professor Scotch, the noted scientist and daring adventurer. Go ahead!"
So they pushed onward into the Everglades, while the sun sank lower and lower, finally dropping beneath the horizon.
Night was coming on, and they were in the heart of the Florida Everglades!
The situation was far from pleasant.
Barney and the professor fell to growling at each other, and they kept it up while Frank smiled and remained silent.