And he crawled back into bed, and in a few moments was almost asleep, when Archie suddenly exclaimed,
"They're coming back!"
And the geese again passed over the house, in full cry.
They knew it was the same flock, because they came from toward the river, and that was the same direction in which they had gone but a few moments before.
In a short time they again returned; and, during the quarter of an hour that followed, they passed over three times more.
"I wonder what is the matter with those geese," said Archie, at length.
"Nothing," replied Frank; "only they have got a little bewildered, and don't know which way to go."
"Where will we have to go to find them in the morning?"
"Up to the swamp," answered Frank. "The last time they passed over they flew toward the north, and the swamp is the only place in that direction where they can go to find water, except Duck Lake, and that is too far for them to fly this stormy night."
"I wish it was morning," said Archie, again. "Let's get up."