LOST! It was all well enough for the automobile driver to tell them go straight across the field, but it was quite another thing to do it, for there was a broad and deep stream in the middle of it and no sign of a bridge anywhere in sight.

There was nothing to do but follow the stream in the general direction of Wharton until they could reach the trolley line.

That brook wound in a most exasperating manner, finally heading back toward where they supposed the dirt road to be.

Amy stopped and viewed it disgustedly.
"I'm going to wade it," he declared.
But Clint persuaded him against that plan, pointing out that he would be extremely uncomfortable riding on the trolley car with his clothes soaking wet.

Amy grumblingly agreed to give the stream another chance to behave itself.