"I'm sure I did.

Come on--over in this direction." Inspired with fresh hope we hurried after him.

Soon we all saw the light--and never shone a fairer beacon.

A few more steps and, coming into the shelter of the woodland on the further side, we realized where we were.
"That's Peg Bowen's house," exclaimed Peter, stopping short in dismay.
"I don't care whose house it is," declared Dan.

"We've got to go to it." "I s'pose so," acquiesced Peter ruefully.