“Which way shall we go?”
“I don’t know, Mr Gurr.”
“Can’t make out which is the north, can you?”
“No, sir, nor the south neither.”
“Humph! I think I could find the south if you told me which was the north,” said the master drily. “Well, we must do the best we can. Let’s strike along here. I seem to feel that this is the right direction.”
Archy felt that it was the wrong direction, but, at he could not point out the right, he followed his leader for about a quarter of a mile, both pausing to shout and listen from time to time.
All at once Gurr came to a dead stop.
“I feel as if we’re going wrong,” he said. “You choose this time.”
“Let’s try this way,” said Archy, selecting the route because it was down hill; but a quarter of an hour of this did not satisfy him, and he too stopped dead short.
“I feel just as much lost as I did in the dark in that cave, Mr Gurr,” he said.