"Well, and where are the magazines?" said Hatteras quickly.
"I don't know—I don't see——" stammered Johnson.
"You have mistaken the way," said the doctor.
"It seemed to me that this was the very place," continued Johnson.
"Well," said Hatteras, impatiently "where are we to go now?"
"We had better go down, for I may be mistaken. I may have forgotten the exact locality in seven years!"
"Especially when the country is so uniformly monotonous!" added the doctor.
"And yet——" murmured Johnson.
Shandon had not spoken a word. After walking for a few minutes, Johnson stopped.
"But no," he cried, "I am not mistaken!"