"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.