wood. The chums were afraid they would be heard.
"Better stay where we are," muttered Chet.
They remained motionless for some time, and the swift dawn soon began to paint the sky. The darkness diminished and the boys could now see one another plainly, and could see the extent of the deep thicket in which they had become enmeshed.
"Now let's try to get out," said Chet.
Again they attempted to make their way out of the thicket, and this time, because they could see what they were doing, their efforts met with more success. But they could not avoid making considerable noise, and the crackling of branches seemed like the reports of rifles.
Then, to their horror, they heard a voice:
"I heard a noise in the bushes over there almost an hour ago, and now I hear it again."
"We'll go over and see," replied another voice.
The boys looked at one another, then froze into silence. They could hear heavy footfalls near by. Branches crackled.
"They're hiding around on this side of the island somewhere," said the first voice. "If I ever lay my hands on 'em—"
Chet put his finger to his lips as a warning to silence, but there was no need. Biff was scarcely daring to breathe.
