“So I thought; but Grip ought to know.”
“He can’t, because we never came along here.”
“No; but that proves he’s right, for we never came along here, and we always lost ourselves.”
“But it’s getting deeper, and there’s no knowing how deep it will be.”
“Never mind; we must wade.”
Joe went on, and the water was soon up to their waists, while the dog swam on.
“I’m sure Grip’s going wrong,” said Joe, excitedly, as the light of the lanthorn gleamed from the surface of what was now a narrow canal.
“Get on. Grip knows.”
“He can’t. It’s impossible that he could have scented us over water.”
“Yes, so it is,” said Gwyn, anxiously; and he stopped, naturally checking the dog, who began to splash and to howl and bark angrily.