The boys were willing, and the boat was headed toward shore. There was a long strip of firm land before the swamp was reached and on this the tent was erected. Then, while the professor, with long rubber boots on, went into the morass to look for the butterfly the boys walked in another direction.
They had not gone very far when Jerry, who was in the lead, called out:
“Somebody else is camping here.”
“Why?” asked Bob, who had fully recovered from his illness.
“There’s a tent.”
“Can’t be much of a party in that,” observed Ned. “It’s only about big enough for one.”
“Yes, and I guess there’s the ‘one,’” observed Bob, pointing to where a solitary figure stood on a little hummock near the edge of the swamp. Jerry took one look at the figure and uttered an exclamation.
“Boys! If that isn’t Noddy Nixon I’m a Dutchman!”
“Noddy Nixon?” repeated Bob.