"If they should have any dogs with 'em, that'll take 'em off the trail," he said.
"I'm sorry I didn't get you a souveneerr too," said Archer, as they hurried along.
This was the first intimation Tom had that Archer regarded the little compass merely as a souvenir.
"You can give me those papers you took," he said, half in joke.
"It's only an envelope," Archer said. "Have you got your button all right?"
"Sure."
When they reached the wine vat, Tom threw the old tablecloth into it, and pulled the vine more carefully so as to conceal the door. They were tempted to rest here, but realized that if they spent the balance of the night in their former refuge it would mean another long day in the dank hole.
The vineyard ended a few yards from the wine vat and beyond was an area of open lowlands across which the boys could see a range of low wooded hills.
"We've got about four hours till daylight," said Tom; "let's make for those woods."
"That's east," said Archer. "We want to go south."