"He is just about as big as Isaiah," said Marco.
"Yes," said Forester. "And the horse looks very much like the horse Isaiah had."
"I verily believe it is Isaiah," said Marco.
This supposition was confirmed as the wagon drew near. The boy was Isaiah, but he stared at Marco and Forester with a look of perplexity and wonder, as if he was very much surprised to see them.
"Isaiah!" said Marco, accosting him, as soon as Isaiah drew up the reins and stopped the horse opposite to them.
"What are you coming back for?" asked Isaiah.
"Coming back!" repeated Forester, not knowing exactly what Isaiah meant.
"Yes," said Isaiah. "I thought you were going to stay at No. 3, and I was going to carry your trunk there."
It immediately flashed upon Forester's mind that they had got turned about in their wanderings, and, instead of going on towards No. 3, as they supposed, they were in reality, though in the right road, going the wrong way in it.
Forester had a hearty laugh at this discovery, in which Marco joined, as soon as he fairly understood the case. At first, he was very much perplexed. He could not believe that they could have got their ideas of direction so completely reversed.