“There’s only one thing to do, sir: find the river, and I’m going to make casts for it. You both stand fast and answer my whistles; then I shall know where you are and can come back and start again. If we don’t act sensible we shall lose ourselves altogether and never get out of it.”
“And then?” said Brazier.
“Oh, never mind about then, sir. I’ve lost my way a bit, and I’m going to find it somehow, only give me time.”
“Which way do you think the river lies?” said Rob gloomily.
“I’m going to try out yonder, sir. You see we’ve turned and doubled so that I can’t tell where we are.”
“But it’s out that way, I’m sure,” said Rob, pointing in the opposite direction.
“Why are you sure, sir?”
Rob shook his head.
“Ah, to be sure, dear lad!” said the guide; “you only think it’s out that way, and I daresay Mr Brazier here thinks it’s out another way.”
“Well, I must confess,” said Brazier, “that I thought the river lay behind us.”