No plans seemed feasible in face of that rocky wilderness, all knives to the feet, and writhing serpents of fanged and toothed foliage to the eye, with brambles like barbed-wire fences at every yard.
The indications given by Tobias seemed, in the face of such a terrain, naive to a degree.

Possibly the land had changed since his day.

Some little, of course, it must have done.

Tom and I went over Tobias's directions again and again.

Of course, there was the compass carved on the rock, and the cross.