Mighty lucky it was that we could live off the country as we did.

Even that margin of forest seemed rich in foodstuffs.
But Jeff thoughtfully suggested that that very thing showed how careful we should have to be, as we might run into some stalwart group of gardeners or foresters or nut-gatherers at any minute.

Careful we were, feeling pretty sure that if we did not make good this time we were not likely to have another opportunity; and at last we reached a point from which we could see, far below, the broad stretch of that still lake from which we had made our ascent.
"That looks pretty good to me!" said Terry, gazing down at it.

"Now, if we can't find the 'plane, we know where to aim if we have to drop over this wall some other way." The wall at that point was singularly uninviting.

It rose so straight that we had to put our heads over to see the base, and the country below seemed to be a far-off marshy tangle of rank vegetation.