SHOWING PATH TAKEN BY TOM AND ROSCOE THROUGH THE WOODS
Leaving the scene of their "complete annihilation of the crack poison division," as Roscoe said, they followed the ragged edge of the woods where it thinned out to the north, verging around with it until they were headed in a southerly direction.
"There's a house on that path," said Roscoe, "and we ought to be able to see a light there pretty soon."
"There's a little piece of woods ahead of us," said Tom; "when we get past that we'll see it, I guess. We'll cut through there, hey?"
"Wait a minute," said Roscoe, pausing and peering about in the half darkness. "I'm all twisted. There's the house now."
He pointed to a dim light in the opposite direction to that which they had taken.
"That's north," said Tom in his usual dull manner.
"You're mistaken, my boy. What makes you think it's north?"
"I didn't say I thought so," said Tom. "I said it is."
Roscoe laughed. "Same old Tom," he said. "But how do you know it's north?"