"This isn't the place," cried Abner.

"I must begin again.

I did not look at the right star.

I will take the other one." For the greater part of that night Abner and Mary remained upon the beach.

Abner would put his back against the tree, fix his eyes upon another star, stride forward seven paces, and then seven to the left, and he would come upon a little scrubby pine tree.