"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