The surface of the stream looked so very innocent, no one would ever suspect that such a terrible trap lay just beneath the slowly running water.
"It's what they call quicksand—that's what!" he ejaculated, as he looked down with distended eyes, and saw that line of water gradually rising above his knees—slowly and almost imperceptibly, but as surely as that the sun shone overhead.
Then Will grew frightened.
"Help! help! Frank! Jerry! Come quick!" he shouted at the top of his voice; but only the echoes seemed to come back to taunt him.
CHAPTER XIV
FIGHTING THE QUICKSAND
"Listen! What was that?"
"Sounded to me like Will shouting," said Frank quickly, as he tied the last knot in the holding rope that was bound around the wagon-load of camp material.
"Sounds like he was only trying to awaken the echoes," ventured Bluff.