Hammond. Mr. Stonington went with the girls, The Loon steering.
By taking a little different course the boats were able to approach close to the camp in the forest fastness, and at a signal from The Loon all came to a stop.
"We had better walk the rest of the way," said the half-witted lad. "They may hear the boats."
"Good idea," said Mr. Hammond. "Harry is smarter than any of us think."
A faint gleam of light was beginning to straggle through the trees when the party, with The Loon in the lead, set off to march to the Everglade camp. There was a narrow trail, and Mr. Stonington insisted on the girls keeping to the rear.
Silent was the approach, and the only sounds heard were those made by the awakening denizens of the woods. Presently those in front of the girls halted. Word was whispered back along the line:
"We're there!"
"Then don't you come any farther," said Mr Stonington to Betty and the others. "There may be no trouble; but it's best to be on the safe side. "We'll bring the rescued ones back here."
Wondering what would happen, and not a little alarmed, the girls waited.
