He said we could cross that field, and it didn't--I mean we couldn't.

Anyway, I propose we find the road again and sit down and wait until someone comes along and gives us a lift." "That's all very well, but which way _is_ the road ?" Amy considered.

"Search me," he said finally.

"Let's play it's over there, though.

After all, it doesn't matter which way you walk when you're lost.