Pushing on, Jack made his way, followed by Dick, through a narrow passage and out into an open space where they could see the sky and a lot of trees and bushes above them with a rough path leading to the ground above.
“Well, we have found the way out, as well as the way in,” said Jack, “and we might as well go out this way as to return the way we came.”
“But can we find the boys?”
“Certainly. You have a pocket compass?”
“No, I have not.”
“Well, I have one or had, and anyhow, I don’t think we need it. It is daylight, and we know the direction we want to go. We should not have any trouble in finding our way back.”
“How are you going to do it when there is no road that we know of?” asked Percival, as Jack began making his way toward the top of the unnatural bowl in which they found themselves.
“I’ll show you, Dick,” Jack replied, pushing on, now using the stick to assist him and now getting along without it.
They reached the top at last, and then Jack began examining the trees about him, and presently said, pointing off into the woods:
“That is the south, and the boys are in that direction.”