"Well, we must do the best we can.
Let's strike along here.

I seem to feel that this is the right direction." Archy felt that it was the wrong direction, but, at he could not point out the right, he followed his leader for about a quarter of a mile, both pausing to shout and listen from time to time.
All at once Gurr came to a dead stop.
"I feel as if we're going wrong," he said.

"You choose this time." "Let's try this way," said Archy, selecting the route because it was down hill; but a quarter of an hour of this did not satisfy him, and he too stopped dead short.
"I feel just as much lost as I did in the dark in that cave, Mr Gurr," he said.
"Never mind, my lad," said the master good-humouredly.

"It's all an accident, and nobody's fault.

Wish I had my pipe." "Ahoy!" shouted Archy, but there was no reply.
"I'd sit down and wait for morning, only conscience won't let me." "Well, let's try this way," suggested Archy.
"Seems to me, my lad, that it don't matter which way we take, we only go wandering in and out among the stones and brambles and winding all sorts of ways.