"Say! he's getting real venturesome, ain't he?" laughed Jerry.

"Next thing he'll be getting lost, and we'll have a deuce of a time
finding him again. Make him take a compass along, Frank, and that old
revolver of yours," growled Bluff.

"Don't you worry about me, now. Perhaps you'll find I'm able to look out
for myself far better than any of you give me credit for," returned the
other, with a show of indignation.

He went aboard to get ready, taking another roll of films along, for, as
he remarked, there could be no telling what might turn up.

"Try to keep your wits about you, Will, and don't venture too far away.
If in doubt, fire the pistol three times, and we'll answer you," said
Frank, who was not wholly easy about the exploring trip.

"Got some grub along?" asked Bluff, for that was a very essential part of
any undertaking, in his eyes.

"Yes to everything. So-long, fellows! Don't let anybody run away with the
motor-boat while I'm gone." And, with a merry laugh, Will dipped his
paddle into the water, sending the little dinghy gliding toward the more
quiet lagoons of the swamp.

He was soon under the spell of his surroundings. These were so weird that
the ardent photographer really forgot everything else. As he paddled
along he saw a dozen pictures around him, and when he thought the light
fair enough he took a time exposure.