"I don't know,—I don't see—" stammered Johnson.
"You must have mistaken the path," said the doctor.
"Still it seems to me," resumed Johnson after a moment's reflection, "that at this very spot—"
"Well," said Hatteras, impatiently, "where shall we go?"
"Let's go down again," said the boatswain, "for it's possible I've lost my way! In seven years I may have forgotten the place."
"Especially," said the doctor, "when the country is so monotonous."
"And yet—" muttered Johnson.
Shandon said not a word. After walking a few minutes, Johnson stopped.
"No," he said, "I'm not mistaken."
"Well," said Hatteras, looking around.