"I feels like I could tramp all night widout half tryin'!" Tying up the rowboat, and shouldering their tools and provisions, they set off along the shore of Horseshoe Bay, just as the three Rover boys had done.

Bahama Bill led the way, with Mr.Rover beside him, carrying the electric light, which gave out fully as much light as did the acetylene gas lamp carried by Merrick.
"Here are some footprints!" cried Mr.Rover, after a short distance had been covered.
"Dem was made by our boys!" cried Aleck, after a minute examination.
"I know dem shoes, fo' I has shined 'em many de time!" "If they walked in that direction they took the wrong course," was Bahama Bill's comment.

"Like as not they got turned around among the trees an' in the dark." "We must locate the party with that strong light we saw from the yacht," said Mr.Rover.

"Perhaps in doing that we'll come up to my sons." Once on shore, the old tar said he remembered the locality well, and he did not hesitate in pushing forward, across the path taken by the three Rover boys, and then to a trail which the Rovers had missed.
They had to climb a small hill, and here it was that Bahama Bill showed the first signs of perplexity.
"Queer!" he muttered, coming to a halt and gazing around.

"Mighty queer!" "What is queer ?" questioned Anderson Rover.
"This looks changed to me.