Come on." "I am quite willing to make for the west," said George; "any point of the compass is the same to me.

I only wish to remark that, at the present moment, we are going dead east." "No we are not," returned Harris; "we are going west." "We are going east, I tell you," said George.
"I wish you wouldn't keep saying that," said Harris, "you confuse me." "I don't mind if I do," returned George; "I would rather do that than go wrong.

I tell you we are going dead east." "What nonsense!" retorted Harris; "there's the sun." "I can see the sun," answered George, "quite distinctly.

It may be where it ought to be, according to you and Science, or it may not.

All I know is, that when we were down in the village, that particular hill with that particular lump of rock upon it was due north of us.