They knew it was the same flock, because they came from toward the
river, and that was the same direction in which they had gone but a
few moments before.
In a short time they again returned; and, during the quarter of an
hour that followed, they passed over three times more.
"I wonder what is the matter with those geese," said Archie, at
length.
"Nothing," replied Frank; "only they have got a little bewildered, and
don't know which way to go."
"Where will we have to go to find them in the morning?"
"Up to the swamp," answered Frank. "The last time they passed over
they flew toward the north, and the swamp is the only place in that
direction where they can go to find water, except Duck Lake, and that
is too far for them to fly this stormy night."
"I wish it was morning," said Archie, again. "Let's get up."
"What's the use? It will be five long hours before it will be light
enough to hunt them up; and we might as well go to sleep."
"I'm afraid we shall sleep too long," said Archie, again, "and that
some one will beat us.
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