his path. On which side do you
think it is most likely to lie, Mr. Fitzgibbon?"

"I really can't give an opinion, sir. You see there is not a breath of
wind to help us, and in this sort of light there is no telling where
the sun is, so I don't know at the present moment which way we are
facing."

"Well, we will try to the right first, sergeant," Ralph said. "I will
lead the way. Let the men follow at a distance of about ten paces
apart. I will keep on speaking. Do you stand at the left of the file,
and when the last man has gone ten paces from you pass the word along.
By that time I shall be about two hundred yards away. If I have not
found the path then we will come back to you and do the same thing on
the left. If we don't light upon the path itself we may come upon some
rise or bog or something that will enable Mr. Fitzgibbon to form an
idea as to where we are."

This was done, but beyond finding that the ground on the right was
higher than that on the left no index as to their position was
discovered.

"You see, Mr. Fitzgibbon, we are on sloping ground rising to the
right. Now, does that help you at all?"

"Not much sir. The country here is all undulating."

"Very well, then, we must try a march forward. Now, sergeant, place
the men five paces apart. Do you put yourself in the center. I will
move on three yards ahead of you. I shall go as straight forward as I
can, but if you think I am inclining either to the right or left you
say so. The fact that the ground is sloping ought to be a help to us
to keep straight. I wish it sloped a little more, then one would be
able to tell directly whether one was keeping straight. Let the men
speak to each other every few paces so as to keep the right distances
apart."

Mr. Fitzgibbon placed himself by Ralph's side, and they started. For
half an hour they kept on, then Ralph cried, "Halt. I am certain I am
going downhill, it may be because I have changed my direction, or it
may be because there is a change in the lay of the ground. What do you
think?"

"It's impossible to say," Mr. Fitzgibbon replied. "It seems to me that
we have been going straight, but when one can't see a yard before one
one may have turned any direction."

"How long do you think that this rascally fog is likely to last?"

"It may clear up as the sun gets high, sir, but I must acknowledge
that it may last for days. There is never any saying among these
hills."

"Well, at any rate you must give