“I know,” acknowledged Phebe. “It is awfully puzzling, isn’t it? There are some rocks like those on the other side, though, Toby.”
“Of course there are, but we couldn’t be on the other side. At least——” He paused.
“We might possibly have drifted around the Head and into Nobbs’ Bay,” suggested Phebe.
“That’s likely!” derided Toby. “Well, come on and let’s find out. We must be somewhere!”
They went on again, still climbing steadily upwards. After a few minutes there was a cry from Toby and the procession came to a sudden stop. “What is it?” demanded Arnold anxiously.
“Tree! I ran smash into it and nearly broke my nose! Here’s another one. Look out for it. This way. Gee, that hurt!”
“Listen!” said Phebe. Obediently they stopped and were silent. From somewhere in the distance came the faint sound of a voice singing. They couldn’t make out the words, nor even the tune; that the man was singing was evidenced merely by the rise and fall of the far-away voice. But it was a voice, and it cheered them immensely, and they went on up the hill through the darkness and the fog, picking their way between the trees, with new courage. And quite suddenly their feet crunched on the gravel of a roadway!
“Hooray!” yelled Arnold. “Now we know where we are!”
“Fine!” laughed Toby. “Where are we?”
“Well, I mean we know that—that we’re—somewhere!”