"I'd give all I am worth to be in camp near a big fire," came from
Giant, presently.
"I can't sit up mu-much lon-longer," put in Whopper, weakly. "I am like a—-a lump of ice already!"
"I think we must be getting close to shore," said Snap, as bravely as he could. "Keep up your courage."
He was at the end of the boat and allowed himself to slip down into the lake.
"Hi! Come back!" called Shep, in fresh alarm.
"I am only going to see how deep it is," was the reply.
A few minutes later Snap announced that he could touch bottom. All strained their eyes and thought they could see the shore at a short distance.
Snap forced the craft in that direction and soon found himself in water but three feet deep.
"We are all right now, boys!" he called out. "Come, let us pull the boat in."
They did so, and soon the four young hunters were standing in the sopping wet brushwood on the edge of the lake. They had no idea where they had landed and only a dim notion regarding the location of their camp.