"Neither do I," put in Sam. "Anybody might make such a mistake, with nothing but that smoky lantern to guide him."
They turned back, and after a while reached the edge of the swamp. Here, after a long search, they found their own footprints.
"Now we are all right!" cried Sam. "Come on!"
"Yes, and let us be careful that we don't make another mistake," added Tom.
"I don't know about this," said Dick, hesitatingly. "Somehow, it doesn't look altogether right to me."
"Why not?" queried his two brothers.
"It doesn't seem to be the right direction. But they are our footprints, so we may as well follow them."
They went on and proceeded for several hundred feet in silence. Then Tom uttered a cry of dismay.
"Well, this beats the Dutch!" he gasped.
"What's wrong now?" asked Dick.