“Give me your hand, we are saved,” said Vitalis; “look, now you can see the group of trees.”
I told him that I thought I could see the trees.
“In five minutes we shall be there,” he murmured.
We trudged along, but the five minutes seemed an eternity.
“Where are the ruts?”
“They are still on the right.”
“We must have passed the entrance to the race-course without seeing it. I think we’d better go back.”
Once more we turned back.
“Do you see the trees?”
“Yes, there on the left.”