Paddling under Palmettos — page 230: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 223 The camp he knew to be several miles away, and even its direction was vague enough to him. As the proper wrinkle he took out his compass. Thus he quickly got his bearings, and discovered the direction in which the camp must lie, after which he started. There was no time to lose. He must depend upon himself entirely, for soon the gray dusk had given place to the blackness of night. He stumbled on, but it was sore work. Obstacles seemed to multiply in his path. At times he fell over logs, or ran into patches of ugly Spanish bay- onet, which stuck like so many keen-pointed needles. Minor troubles, such as mosquitoes, he did not mind, now that he had more serious business in hand, though at another time they would have given him much worry. He had made some headway, and thought he must be half-way to camp, when he heard the cry of that panther again. It came from a point not a hundred yards away, and directly in his path. Archie stopped short. | The situation was anything but pleasant. What should he do? Gomicbooks (E(@)