“Did you hear that?” exclaimed Miller, in excitement.
“Yah, somebody is lost der schwamp in, alretty,” replied Fritz.
“Right. And likely it is one of the men from the settlers’ party. Possibly one is trying to reach the mainland, and has got as far as he can--or has fallen into the bog; and is in danger of losing his life.”
“Maybe dot is der vay uf id,” said Fritz.
“Let us hurry on,” said Miller. “Perhaps the path we are on will take us close to the poor fellow, and we may be able to render him some assistance.”
“Maybe so,” agreed Fritz. “You lead der vay, Misder Miller, und I vill keep up mit you uf I gan.”
So they hastened onward, moving through the swamp as swiftly as possible, and soon the voice came to them louder and plainer, and Fritz uttered an exclamation:
“I think dot voice sounds lige der voice uf Dick Dare, alretty,” he said.
“Do you think so?” asked Miller.
“Yah, I am sure uf id.”