"The west? Why—er—the west is—let me see——" Bob looked around in bewilderment. "Hang me if I know where the west is!" he ejaculated.
"And I am in the same fix."
"That's bad, Mark. Let us go back!"
"I am willing, but where is the trail we were following?"
"I think—let me see—we came around those vines from—No, we didn't—we——"
"Don't you know for certain?"
"No. Do you?"
"I do not."
"Jerusalem! We are lost!"
"Exactly what I think."