“No,” cried both boys together; “it’s ‘temple.’”
“So it is, boys,” cried Griggs, “and these dots all round it—I mean all square about it, must mean the city walls. Well, that’s clear enough.”
“Look there,” cried Chris.
“Yes, I’m looking,” said Griggs. “What is it?”
“That big W,” said Chris. “That must mean water or well.”
“Very likely, my boy,” said the doctor.
“And these square bits must mean houses, I s’pose,” continued Griggs. “Well, it’s a prettily-done, careful sort of map, made under difficulties. Mountains here and mountains there, and all the rest desert. But he means whoever uses the map to go straight for the place, by sticking in all these little arrows right away from the north-east corner across the desert to the temple.”
“Yes, that’s the way to go, plainly enough,” cried Bourne.
“That’s what I thought, neighbour.”
“Well, then, what are you finding fault about?” cried Wilton sharply. “You talk as if you despised it.”