"Come on and let's try dead reckoning.

The beach is over there somewhere and if we can find it--" "Great! But when we have found it, which way shall we go ?" Perry pushed his hat back and thoughtfully scratched his head.

"Give it up!" he said at last.

"You might go one way and I another.

Anyway, let's find the old beach." They scrambled across a wall into a bush-grown tract, Han discovering in the process that he had chosen a place prettily bedecked with poison-ivy.