CHAPTER XXI

THE LONG NIGHT

Ruth began to cry quietly--she really could not help it. Alice felt like

following her example, but the younger girl had the saving grace of

humor. Not that Ruth actually lacked it, but it was not so near the

surface, nor so easily called into action.

"Isn't it silly?" Alice suddenly exclaimed.

"What?" Paul wanted to know.

"Getting lost like this! It's too funny--"

"I wish I could see it, my dear," observed Ruth.

"Try to," urged Mrs. Maguire. "It does seem a bit odd to be lost like

this, and maybe the steamer only just around the corner."

"Probably she is," agreed Russ. "We must call again!"

This time they united their voices in a shout that carried far, but the

only effect it had was to disturb some of the denizens of the forest.

"But what are we going to do?" queried Ruth. "We--we can't stay here all

night."

"We may have to," answered Russ, grimly enough.

"Oh, please don't say that!" she faltered.

"Why, it won't be so bad," put in the jolly Irish woman. "We've got a

roomy boat, thank goodness. We can lie down on the rugs, with our rubber

coats for protection against the dew. We have some food left, and the

moon will soon be up, for it's clearing fast. Then, in the morning, we

can find our way back to the steamer."

"Of course!" exclaimed Paul, who realized the necessity of keeping up the

spirits of the girls. "We'll be laughing at this to-morrow."

"Do you really think so?" asked Ruth, timorously.

"I'm sure of it," he said. "Now let's figure out what we'd better do."

"How about going ashore?" suggested Russ.

"Never!" cried Ruth.

"Why not?"

"Oh, we don't know what sort of horrid things may be in the woods. It's

safer in the boat."

"You forget about the--" Alice began, but she did not finish. She had

been about to say "manatees and alligators," but thought better of it.

Instead she changed it to:

"Well, I guess it's about six of one and half a dozen of the other."

"Only, don't you think it's better to stay in the boat?" asked Ruth.

"I suppose it is," agreed Alice. "It will be damp on the ground, and

there is very little water in the boat."

This was so because when it rained Russ and Paul had used a heavy canvas

to cover up the provisions that were left, and this shed the water over

the sides of the craft.

"There's the moon!" suddenly called Mrs. Maguire, as she saw a flash of

light between the trees.

"I only wish it was the lantern of a searching party," sighed Ruth.

"They probably will hunt for us," said Russ. "But whether they find us

before morning is another matter."

"Well, let's take an account of things, and see how we stand, anyhow,"

suggested Paul, practically. "If we've got to stay here all night we

might as well make ourselves as comfortable as possible."

"Don't you think we could keep on rowing, and perhaps find the steamer,

Russ?" asked Ruth.

"I'm afraid not," he answered. "We would only get more lost, if that is

possible. No, I think the best plan is to stay right where we are, and

in the morning we can look about."

"I don't understand how we came to get lost," remarked Alice.

"Well, there were so many creeks and bayous that we probably took the

wrong turn," Russ answered. "We ought to have picked out a landmark, I

suppose. I will next time."

"Yes, we didn't use as much care as we might have done," agreed Paul.

"Well, let's make the ladies comfortable."

"I'm hungry, more than uncomfortable," declared Alice.

"There are some sandwiches and other things left," Russ told her.

"Luckily we didn't eat all of them. And I can make coffee."

"Then please do!" cried Ruth. "I'm cold from the rain, and it may help my

nerves!"

"You shouldn't have them, sister mine!" mocked Alice. They were all in

better spirits now. The moon was higher, and gave a good illumination,

being at the full.

There were some heavy rugs in the boat, having been brought along to use

in the picnic scene in the woods. While Paul arranged these in the bottom

of the craft, and put some cushions against the seats so that Mrs.

Maguire and the two girls could lean against them, Russ prepared the

coffee. A jug of drinking water had been brought along, for the water of

the creeks and river was not considered good. Then, with an alcohol

stove, set up on a seat, a steaming pot of coffee was soon made.

With that and sandwiches the lost ones made a meal for which they were

all grateful, and in which they stood in much need.

"Oh, how good that was!" sighed Alice. "Is there any more?"

"Well," hesitated Russ, "I was thinking perhaps we'd better save some

until morning. We will want breakfast, you know."

"Don't you think they'll find us--or we them--by breakfast time?" asked

Ruth, apprehensively.

"It's possible that it may not happen," Russ answered, slowly, and his

words seemed rather ominous to the two girls, at least.

"Oh, don't worry," advised Mrs. Maguire. "We'll be all right, I'm sure.

At the same time it might be a good plan not to eat all the food we

have."

"Oh, I agree to that!" said Alice, hastily.

"I'll shoot a wild turkey to-morrow," promised Paul, with a laugh. "Then

we will have a real Thanksgiving feast."

"I hope we don't have to stay as long as that," sighed Ruth. "Oh, how

father will worry!" she said to Alice.

"Probably, but it can't be helped. He will know we would come back if we

could, and he'll know we will take care of ourselves."

"Still, he can't help worrying," insisted Ruth.

Fortunately the boat was a roomy one, and the lost ones were not as

uncomfortable as might have been imagined, with the rugs and cushions and

the piece of canvas, as well as their raincoats, for covering.

The craft was tied to a tree on shore, in a sort of little cove, and

there the five prepared to spend the night. The moon came up higher over

the trees, and shone down on the strange scene.

"I wish it were light enough for some pictures," sighed Russ.

"Nothing much gets away from you, old man," laughed Paul. "Are your

ladies comfortable?" he asked, as he joined Russ in the bow of the boat,

the other three being in the broad stern.

"Very comfortable," answered Alice. "Only I wish we had brought a

mosquito netting along. The little pests are after me with a vengeance."

"I can build a smudge on shore, and that may keep them off," offered

Russ. "In fact, a smudge is about the only kind of a fire I could make,

as everything is so damp."

This proved to be the case. But a heavy smoke was soon floating over the

boat, and this did seem to keep away the pests.

"What had we better do?" asked Russ of Paul, as they piled more damp fuel

on the smudge-fire.

"Well, we'll have to stand watch and watch, of course. And we will have

the gun ready. It's all loaded. No telling what might happen. A bobcat

might take a notion to come aboard, or an alligator might nose us out.

We'll have to be on the watch."

Little or nothing could be told about the surrounding country in the

darkness, even illuminated as it was by the moon. The river stretched

away in either direction, and both banks were heavily wooded.

"Br-r-r! but it's creepy here!" sighed Ruth, as the two young men got

into the boat again.

"Is that a light--a lantern--off there?" asked Alice, suddenly, as she

sat up and pointed.

For a moment they all hoped that it was, and they raised their voices in

shouts:

"Here we are!"

"Look for our lantern!"

Then as the other light moved about erratically Russ said:

"It's only _ignis-fatuus_--will-o'-the-wisp. It's a sort of

phosphorescent glow that appears at night over swamps. I've seen it in

rotting stumps on hot nights."

"Too bad to disappoint you," said Mrs. Maguire. "Now, girls, get

comfortable, and we'll be all right in the morning. Try to sleep."

Ruth and Alice declared it was out of the question, and for a long time

they remained wide awake. Mrs. Maguire, who had traveled with many road

companies, and had often slept under adverse circumstances, did manage to

doze off. Russ had first watch, and Paul was tired enough to fall into a

slumber.

Finally Ruth and Alice also slumbered, leaning against each other, with

Mrs. Maguire as partial support. Russ found his head nodding as the long

night wore on.

"Come, this won't do!" he told himself, sitting up with a jerk. But

nature was insistent, and he became sleepy again. He was suddenly

awakened by what seemed some horrid, human cry close to the boat.

"Oh!" screamed Ruth, startling the others into wakefulness. "What was

that?"

The cry was repeated--a cry that brought a chill to the heart.

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