But I don't see how we are to steer." "I've got my pocket compass with me," answered Sam.

"That may help some.
We know those towns are west of us.

We can sail along until we see the lights and then go down and ask about the touring car." "A good idea, Sam." Skirting the swamp with only the rays from the lantern to aid them was no easy task, and once Tom slipped from a clump of rushes and went down over his ankles in soft mud.
"Hi! hi! help me out!" he yelled.

"Quick, before I get in any deeper!" "Stand still!" called back Dick, and placed the lantern in another clump of rushes.

Then he caught hold of a tree that was handy and took a grip on Sam's hand.