The last film had been made and as the shadows were lengthening the start back was made.
"My, it's getting dark very quickly, and it's only three o'clock," said Paul, as he looked at his watch.
"Going to rain, I guess," said Russ. And rain it did a little later, the drops coming down with tropical violence.
"Oughtn't we to be at the steamer by this time?" asked Mrs. Maguire, when they could hardly see.
"Well, maybe we had," agreed Paul.
The light was set aglow, and then the young men shouted and called:
"Magnolia ahoy!"
Echoes were their only answer, save the bellow or grunt of some distant alligator, or the screech of some disturbed wild fowl.
"This is queer," observed Russ. "I'm sure we have rowed back far enough to be at the place where we left the steamer. I wonder—"
But he did not finish.