"They all look alike when you get close to them." "Yop," said Tom; "what do you think of it ?" "Oh, I'm not particular about mountains," Hervey said.

"They all look alike to me." Following the road, they watched the bordering woods on the mountainside carefully for any sign of a trail.

Several times they clambered up into the thicket supposing some tiny clearing or sparse area to be the beginning of the winding way they sought.
Hervey was thoroughly aroused now and serious.

Once they picked their way up into the woods for perhaps a dozen yards, only to find themselves in a jungle with no sign of trail.

Tom returned down out of these blind alleys, his hands scratched, his clothing torn, and resumed his way along the road doggedly, saying little.