"If we're actually in Texas!" returned Linda. "It may be Oklahoma, for all we know."
"But Oklahoma has roads, too. Come on, finish your cake! We must hurry."
Taking their coats along, for the night gave promise of being cooler, the girls set off in the opposite direction from the one they had taken that afternoon. This time they had to go right through the shrubbery—the dangerous shrubbery which had threatened disaster to their landing.
"This is awful!" exclaimed Louise, pausing to pull a brier from her sweater. "There can't be any road here."
"On the contrary, I think we'll be more likely to find one, once we get through this. The very fact that we can't see beyond is hopeful."
"That's true," admitted Louise, starting on again.
They walked for some time, carefully picking their way through the undergrowth, thankful that they were wearing breeches. At last they came to a more open space, and stopped to look about them.
"No road!" exclaimed Louise, in disappointment.
"But that looks like a stream over there, Lou—between those two banks!" cried Linda.