Clint was not at all certain that he would know the place when he saw it again, but Amy stoutly asserted that he would recognise it at once.

And he did.
There, finally, was the quick turn in the road and beyond, still plainly visible, the tracks of the auto in the looser soil and turf of the bank and meadow.
"There's the tree we ran into," pointed out Amy, "and there's the field we went across.

Now let's see.

We found a stream there; you can see it, can't you?
Then we followed along this side of it and up that sort of hill--" But beyond that he couldn't trace their wanderings.

Woods and pastures ran into each other confusingly.