Rather scratched and panting, they surveyed the prospect.

Trees were everywhere, with a thick undergrowth of bramble and bracken.

Apparently there was no path at all.
"I suppose we shall just have to wander about till we see a pond!" remarked Agatha.
"I believe some people can find water with a forked hazel twig," said Olave.

"They hold it loosely in their hands, and it jerks when the water's near.

I wish I knew how to do it!" "Oh, water-finders are occult people," laughed Beatrice, "the sort that see spooks and do table-turning, you know.