Come on, let's get to that town; maybe we'll find them there.

Let's see, it was in this direction and not far from the woods, as I remember." When we reached the edge of the open country we reconnoitered with our field glasses.

There it was, about four miles off, the same town, we concluded, unless, as Jeff ventured, they all had pink houses.

The broad green fields and closely cultivated gardens sloped away at our feet, a long easy slant, with good roads winding pleasantly here and there, and narrower paths besides.
"Look at that!" cried Jeff suddenly.

"There they go!" Sure enough, close to the town, across a wide meadow, three bright-hued figures were running swiftly.
"How could they have got that far in this time?
It can't be the same ones," I urged.