So into the woods they plunged, winding about here and there, but not finding what they sought. None of them thought to blaze a trail as they wandered, consequently had no means of telling how far or in what direction they had gone before Dick found a few small mushrooms.
"Only enough for a few of us. We need more than these," he remarked.
"There's sure to be more where these are. Let's keep on hunting," urged Julie.
So they kept on winding through the underbrush, but with no good results. Finally Dick found a plant that he believed to be a wild potato.
"No, it is not. It hasn't the leaves or blossom of the Indian potato," declared Joan.
"That may be, but when it grows old it dries up, you know," argued Dick, beginning to dig at the root.
The girls wandered about seeking for signs of more mushrooms, but could find none. Then Dick stood up and stretched his back-muscles.
"My that was tough digging when you have no tool. And it wasn't a potato after all."
"Well, we've been gone a long time now. Suppose we go back with what we have," said Joan.
"Yes; even if we can't fill up on steaks to-day, let us eat more of the greens," added Judith.