"I can see the sun," answered George, "quite distinctly. It may be where it ought to be, according to you and Science, or it may not. All I know is, that when we were down in the village, that particular hill with that particular lump of rock upon it was due north of us. At the present moment we are facing due east." "You are quite right," said Harris; "I forgot for the moment that we had turned round." "I should get into the habit of making a note of it, if I were you," grumbled George; "it's a manoeuvre that will probably occur again more than once." We faced about, and walked in the other direction. At the end of forty minutes' climbing we again emerged upon an opening, and again the village lay just under our feet. On this occasion it was south of us. "This is very extraordinary," said Harris. "I see nothing remarkable about it," said George. "If you walk steadily round a village it is only natural that now and then you get a glimpse of it. Myself, I am glad to see it. It proves to me that we are not utterly lost." "It ought to be the other side of us," said Harris. "It will be in another hour or so," said George, "if we keep on." I said little myself; I was vexed with both of them; but I was glad to notice George evidently growing cross with Harris. It was absurd of Harris to fancy he could find the way by the sun. "I wish I knew," said Harris, thoughtfully, "for certain whether that bisecting line points to the north or to the south." "I should make up my mind about it," said George; "it's an important point." "It's impossible it can be the north," said Harris, "and I'll tell you why." "You needn't trouble," said George; "I am quite prepared to believe it isn't." "You said just now it was," said Harris, reproachfully. "I said nothing of the sort," retorted George. "I said you said it was--a very different thing. If you think it isn't, let's go the other way. It'll be a change, at all events." So Harris worked things out according to the contrary calculation, and again we plunged into the wood; and again after half an hour's stiff climbing we came in view of that same village. True, we were a little higher, and this time it lay between us and the sun. "I think," said George, as he stood looking down at it, "this is the best view we've had of it, as yet. There is only one other point from which we can see it. After that, I propose we go down into it and get some rest." "I don't believe it's the same village," said Harris; "it can't be." "There's no mistaking that church," said George. "But maybe it is a case on all fours with that Prague statue. Possibly, the authorities hereabout have had made some life-sized models of that village, and have stuck them about the Forest to see where the thing would look best. Anyhow, which way do we go now?" "I don't know," said Harris, "and I don't care. I have done my best; you've done nothing but grumble, and confuse me."