"Pretty nearly there, I guess!" said Jerry, who felt sure he had recognized some of the surrounding woods, although they looked different to him in the weird moonlight from their usual seeming in broad day.
"We'll break out of the trees inside of five minutes," prophesied Bluff, going his chum one better, since he set the time, which Jerry had not.
"Make it seven and I'm with you," Frank told them, knowing that a certain amount of chatter would be apt to make them forget their weariness.
"I even thought just then I could hear water lapping upon the shore, Frank," remarked Will.
"That was what you heard, because I caught it too," he was assured by the one in whom Will placed such confidence.
"Be ready, then, to see our old cabin as soon as we get to the edge of these woods," remarked Frank; "everybody watch, and see who's the first to call out. Of course you two fellows ahead have the best chance."
Shortly afterwards Jerry broke out again.
"Frank, there's the water through the trees!"
"Yes, and with the moonlight playing across it like a pathway of silver," added Will, who was a little inclined to be poetical.
"Home, sweet home," sighed Bluff; "be it ever so lowly there's no place like home."