“Where do you suppose we are?” asked Rob. Malcolm shook his head.
“I don’t know. This isn’t the meadow back of school because there’s no stone wall here. What I think is that we’ve got around to the north side of the mountain, toward Hillsgrove, you know. They say that in the woods you always unconsciously bear to the left.”
“If this old fog would only get out,” said Evan. They moved undecidedly into the field and in a moment the woods had vanished from sight behind them.
“What time is it?” asked Rob.
“Almost four,” Malcolm replied.
“What?”
“That’s right,” Evan confirmed, glancing at his own watch. “No football for us to-day, Jelly.”
“Glad of it,” answered Jelly morosely. “I couldn’t play football if my life depended on it.”
“Pshaw, they wouldn’t hold practice a day like this,” said Rob. “Why, you couldn’t see the ball twenty feet away. What time did we leave up there, Mal?”