“No more it does, practically,” replied Harris, “but it is just as well to be certain. Now I feel more confidence in myself.”
“I’m not so sure about that being an advantage,” muttered George. But I do not think Harris heard him.
“We are now,” continued Harris, “east of the sun, and Todtmoos is south-west of where we are. So that if—”
He broke off. “By-the-by,” he said, “do you remember whether I said the bisecting line of that segment pointed to the north or to the south?”
“You said it pointed to the north,” replied George.
“Are you positive?” persisted Harris.
“Positive,” answered George “but don’t let that influence your calculations. In all probability you were wrong.”
Harris thought for a while; then his brow cleared.
“That’s all right,” he said; “of course, it’s the north. It must be the north. How could it be the south? Now we must make for the west. Come on.”
“I am quite willing to make for the west,” said George; “any point of the compass is the same to me. I only wish to remark that, at the present moment, we are going dead east.”