The Woman: There must be some way of telling.
Pilot: I just don’t seem to recognize anything.
The Woman: Are you sure that place we left was Trepassey?
Pilot: That’s what it was called on the map.
The Woman: Well, maybe the map was wrong. I don’t feel as if we were headed for Europe. Hadn’t we better stop and make certain?
* * *
(One Thousand Miles Out.)
The Woman: Are we on the right route now?
Navigator: I’m pretty certain, but I wouldn’t swear to it.
The Woman: I’ll bet we’re miles off going ahead blindly if we’re not certain!