“Do you think we can get back to the road? I can’t go much further through this stubble.”
“I’ll break the way, Mark. You follow me.”
On we went in the direction we imagined the trail to be, but taking care to avoid the bog. I was almost ready to drop from exhaustion, when Alano halted.
“Mark!”
“What now, Alano?”
“Do you know where we are?”
“In a sugar-cane field,” I said, trying to keep up my courage.
“Exactly, but we are lost in it.”
I stared at him.
“Can one become lost in a sugar-cane field?” I queried.