The character of the country was changing again, and from what they had noticed on the former occasion, they knew that they must be drawing near the water.
There was no air stirring to blow away the damp fog wave that grew more and more dense as they advanced.
"If it rains down on us here we'll just have to grin and bear it," Jimmy was saying, as he tripped along beside the other scouts.
"No hollow trees to crawl in, because none of these would be nearly big enough, even if we found one that was partly rotten," added Teddy.
"Make up your minds that it isn't going to rain any until the wind comes up and drives this mist away," Jack informed them, and as he claimed to be something of a weather prophet they believed him.
"I'm wet, as it is, from the fog," said Frank.
"Listen!" exclaimed Jack, just then.
Jimmy started to turn his head around so fast that it seemed in danger of coming loose.
"Where, what, why, how?" he spluttered, as he half-raised his rifle, as though taking the alarm.
"Oh! I only meant that I could get the lazy wash of the water rolling up on the sandy beach," replied Jack, grinning to see how his innocent exclamation had excited Jimmy.