Miller was silent and thoughtful a few minutes, and then said: “I wonder if there is another path leading to the swamp?” “Uf der vos, der patriot seddlers could leave der island,” said the Dutch soldier. “There might be a path reaching almost to the island,” said Miller. “The path might not be seen from the island, and yet might be reached by making a bridge of a fallen tree, and if that were the case, the settlers could escape.” “Ve mighd loog for der path, alretty,” said Fritz. “Ve haf nothing else to do.” “All right, that is what we will do, Fritz. Come.” They moved slowly and cautiously away, and presently reached the edge of the swamp at a point about a half of a mile from the encampment of the British soldiers. The intervening trees and bushes made it impossible for the redcoats to see them. They then started along the edge of the shore of the swamp, and kept a sharp lookout for any sign of a solid path. They went slowly, so as to be sure and not by any possibility overlook what they were in search of. On they went, keeping their eyes on the shoreline, and they had gone perhaps a mile further, when they suddenly came to a point where there was a path leading into the swamp. “Here is a starting point,” called Miller, “but how far it extends into the swamp it is impossible to say.” “Ve vill soon find ouid,” said Fritz. “Yes, come along, Fritz. I’ll take the lead, as I am lighter and more active than you.” “All righd.” They started into the swamp, and proceeded slowly and cautiously. The path crooked this way and that, winding and twisting about, but gradually extending deeper and deeper into the swamp, and the two felt encouraged to proceed. “Mebby ve reach der island afder awhile,” said Fritz. “Yes, I hope that we may be able to do so,” was the reply. “Or at any rate, I hope that we may get close enough so that the intervening space may be bridged over.” “Yah, dot vould be all righd.” On they went, slowly and carefully. At some points the path was not more than a foot in width, but so long as they had that much solid ground under their feet they were well pleased. On and still on into the swamp they went, and when they had penetrated a quarter of a mile, and had stopped a few minutes, to rest and try to figure out the continuation of the path, they suddenly heard a voice calling, it seemed, for help. “Did you hear that?” exclaimed Miller, in excitement. “Yah, somebody is lost der schwamp in, alretty,” replied Fritz. “Right. And likely it is one of the men from the settlers’ party. Possibly one is trying to reach the mainland, and has got as far as he can--or has fallen into the bog; and is in danger of losing his life.” “Maybe dot is der vay uf id,” said Fritz. “Let us hurry on,” said Miller. “Perhaps the path we are on will take us close to the poor fellow, and we may be able to render him some assistance.” “Maybe so,” agreed Fritz. “You lead der vay, Misder Miller, und I vill keep up mit you uf I gan.”