He turned on the scope and swung it wildly back and forth. "You made me commit a boo-boo. I think we've shot right past the Earth!"
The scope was getting weak. They could not find the Earth until Harold had reversed course. Then Orville saw it, the edge filling part of the scope. Harold's eyes were watering. He wiped the good lens of his glasses and leaned close.
"Can you make out any land?" he asked Orville.
"This looks like Indian Lake. I've fished there lots of times."
"It would be something bigger. Say, Greenland or South America."
This was the first time Orville realized they might not land squarely in Harold's back yard. He began looking intently at the scope.
"What's this kidney-bean shape?"
Harold squinted. "Think that's Australia. Now we're getting somewhere."
"But it belongs down here."
"We're coming up on it the other way."