Hopeless
task! The ground was so slippery, it was as much as we could do
to walk without falling; the mud and dirt clung to our boots, and a
heavy rain beat against our faces and nearly blinded us.
"It is clearing up to windward," observed Frank; "another half-hour and
the rain will be all but over; let us return to our tree again."
We did so. Frank was correct; in less than the time he had specified a
slight drizzling rain was all of the storm that remained.
With much less difficulty we again attempted to return home, but before
very long we made the startling discovery that we had completely lost
our way, and to add to our misfortune the small pocket-compass, which
Frank had brought with him, and which would have now so greatly
assisted us, was missing, most probably dropped from his pocket during
the skirmish to get under shelter. We still wandered along till stopped
by the shades of evening, which came upon us - there is little or no
twilight in Australia.
We seated ourselves upon the trunk of a fallen tree, wet, hungry, and,
worst of all, ignorant of where we were.
