“About half-past two.”
“Great Scott! We’ve been wandering around this fool mountain for an hour and a half! No wonder I’m tired! Does anybody know where we are headed for now?”
Apparently no one did.
“Seems to me,” said Malcolm, “we’d better strike off to the right.”
“Well, the fog on the right looks just as nice as that on the left,” answered Rob philosophically. “Come on. Perhaps, though, we’d have done better to have followed the edge of the woods.”
“That’s so,” Evan agreed. “Let’s do that.”
“First find your woods,” said Malcolm.
“They’re right back there,” said Evan, pointing.
“Get out! They’re off there!” And Rob indicated a different point of the compass. Malcolm shrugged his shoulders.