It was impossible to locate the crags he must have leaped to reach his spectacular decision.

They were shrouded in mystery.
"You mean," said Garry after a while, "that you will tour vaguely off, seeking a farm on a hill, a wood, a river, a youngster in patches and Brian's trail of camp fires ?" "Precisely," said Kenny with detestable confidence.

"See, even you mark the clues with perfect logic." "A farm on a hill," exclaimed Garry, "is of course a clue with absolute individuality.

So is a wood and a river." "So," supplemented Kenny with the calm, unhurried air of one who scores an unexpected point, "is a postmark on a letter." Startled, Garry reached for the envelope.

Kenny put it in his pocket.
"An obscure village in Pennsylvania," he explained with dignity, "where your wood and your river will likely have definite individuality.