"Right side up, this way--wrong side, that way; and may the fates or the angels turn it in the proper way." He stooped down to pick up the cap, and ascertain which way it had come down.

It came down right side up, and Tom immediately started off in the direction indicated.

Although he had no confidence in the arbitrament of the cap, he felt relieved to find the question disposed of even in this doubtful manner.
He kept both eyes wide open as he advanced, for if he had taken the wrong way a few miles of travel would bring him to the main camp of the rebels in the vicinity of Manassas Junction.

He pursued his lonely journey for some time without impediment, and without discovering any camp, either large or small.

He gathered new confidence as he proceeded.