d
you can't see them any more. And crinkums, a trail will go back on you
sometimes. But the tide is sure. It's got to come up, and so I knew it
was coming up to rescue me and I knew I was all right as soon as I saw
that spark plug.

Pee-wee wanted to name this chapter "Saved By A Spark Plug" or
"The Hero Plug," but I said it sounded silly. Any way I'll never say
another word against the tide. Often when I saw motor boats stuck on
the flats I could hear the men in them saying things about the tide--oh,
gee, you ought to have heard some of the things they said.

But I'll never say anything, anyway. It seemed kind of, you know, like an
army coming to rescue me, slow but sure, and pretty soon I was swimming
around, and oh, didn't I feel good!

All of a sudden like, there was a little river there and it kept getting
deeper and wider and I knew it began away out in the ocean and it seemed
as if it was picking its way all the way up into these marshes, to give
me a chance to do what every scout knows how to do--swim.

Of course I was saved, but I didn't know how far I'd have to swim, only
I was pretty sure I wouldn't have to die now.

I guess now you'd better look at the map I made, and then you'll see how
the creek came in the marshes and about where I was, when it began, to
rise.

Of course I didn't know where it came from or where it went, but I decided
to swim against the tide for two reasons. First I was afraid to go the
other way because it might just peter out, like most of those meadow
creeks do, and then I'd be in the marsh again. Oh, boy, safety first.
I'd had enough of marshes. Besides if I swam the other way it would be
deeper and wider and I'd be more likely to find a board or a log or
something and pretty soon I might come to solid shores.

But before I started I had another adventure. I took off my shoes and
stockings and everything except my underclothes. But of course, that
wasn't the adventure. It was a dandy adventure, but you have to wait,
and if it rains to-morrow so we can't go trailing, I'll write some more.
I think it'll rain to-morrow.

CHAPTER VII

WEETONKA, THE TERRIBLE CHIEF

OF course you can tell when you look at the map where the creek came
from. It came from Dutch Creek and Dutch Creek flows into the
Bridgeboro River, and Bridgeboro River rises in the northern part of
some place or other and takes a--some kind of a course--and flows into
New York Bay. Once I got kept in, in sc