It had a quaint church with an outside staircase, a somewhat unusual arrangement.
The sight of it made me sad.

We had been walking hard for three hours and a half, and had accomplished, apparently, about four miles.

But Harris was delighted.
"Now, at last," said Harris, "we know where we are." "I thought you said it didn't matter," George reminded him.
"No more it does, practically," replied Harris, "but it is just as well to be certain.

Now I feel more confidence in myself." "I'm not so sure about that being an advantage," muttered George.

But I do not think Harris heard him.
"We are now," continued Harris, "east of the sun, and Todtmoos is south- west of where we are.