"I can't understand about that light," he said.
"I always told you you made a mistake not to be a scout when you were younger," said Tom in that impassive tone which seemed utterly free of the spirit of criticism and which always amused Roscoe, "'cause then you wouldn't bother about the light but you'd look at the stars.

Those are sure." Roscoe looked up at the sky and back at Tom, and perhaps he found a kind of reassurance in that stolid face.

"All right, Tommy," said he, "what you say, goes.

Come ahead." "That light is probably on the road the Germans retreated across," said Tom, as they picked their way along.

His unerring instinct left him entirely free from the doubts which Roscoe could not altogether dismiss.
"I don't say there ain't a light on the path you're talking about, but if we followed this one we'd probably get captured.