“Well, we are getting as nervous as a pair of kittens,” laughed Frank.
“They made as much noise as a regiment,” replied Harry, echoing the other’s merriment, “I always understood that the deer was a quiet retiring animal. Now I know different.”
“At all events our encounter with them proves one valuable piece of information,” said Frank.
“What?” demanded his brother.
“That what we had supposed was an island must in reality be joined to this trail by solid land.”
“How do you make that out?”
“Well, those deer wouldn’t go into the saw-grass, the stuff cuts like a knife. Therefore they didn’t get to the trail that way.”
“Well?”
“And their coats were not wet. I notice, therefore, they had not swum any creek to get here. All of which goes to show to my mind that if we follow this trail we will get dry-shod to the island.”
“Dry-shod?” echoed Harry, pointing to his muddied legs.