“No, Punch; that lies farther away still to the right.”
“Yes. But, I say, how you seem to get it into your head where all the places lie! I can’t. It seems to me as if you could make a map.”
“No, no. But I suppose if I wandered about here for long enough I should be able to make out some of the roads and tracks.”
“Then I suppose you haven’t been here long enough,” said the boy banteringly. “If you had, you would be able to tell where the British army is, and lead right on to it at once.”
“That would be rather a hard job, Punch, when troops are perhaps changing their quarters every day.”
“I say, hear that?” said the boy excitedly, as a distant call rang out.
“Yes, plain enough to hear,” replied Pen.
“Then we ought to turn back, oughtn’t we?”
“No. Why?”
“Some of the Frenchies in front. That was just before us, half a mile away.”