“Now you girls will have to tell us which way to steer,” suggested Ned, when they had been puffing along for some distance. “How far did that alligator tow you?”
“It seemed like fifty miles,” replied Rose with a laugh.
“It was about an hour,” said Olivia, with more regard for correct details.
“Then we ought to be there soon,” declared Jerry. “That alligator wasn’t going very fast.”
“There’s the place!” suddenly exclaimed Nellie. “I remember it by the three dead trees on a little point of land,” and she indicated where she meant.
Jerry headed the Dartaway in that direction. He scanned the shore, which they were approaching, for a sight of an outlet from Butterfly Lake. As he drew nearer he could see nothing that looked like a passage.
“Are you sure this is the place?” he asked the girls.
“Positive,” they all assured him, as they had all taken note of the three dead trees.
“It’s strange, but I can’t see any way out of the lake at this point,” spoke Jerry, standing up and gazing ahead.
“I know it’s the place!” insisted Nellie. “There, girls, see my handkerchief that I dropped as I was baiting my hook!”