wnontheedgeofthetrench(everyooowetbynowtobotheraboutbeingabitwetter)andthendroppedin.HepushedpastJilland,thoughhedidntsayanything,shefeltsurethatheknewshehadfu.Soshefollowedhimclose,buttookottogetinfrontofhim.

    Itproved,however,adisappointingexploration.Theywentroundtheright-handturnandstraightonforafewpaces.Heretherewasachoiceofways:straightonagain,orsharptht."Thatsnogood,"saidScrubb,glangdowntheright-handturn,"thatwouldbetakingusback-south."Hewentstraighton,butoncemore,ieps,theyfoundasedturntht.Butthistimetherewasnochoiceofways,forthetrenchtheyhadbeenfollowingherecametoadeadend.

    "Nogood,"gruntedScrubb.Jilllostnotimeinturningandleadingthewayback.WheurheplacewhereJillhadfirstfallenin,theMarsh-wigglewithhislongarmshadnodifficultyinpulli.

    Butitwasdreadfultobeoutontopagain.Downinthosenarrowslitsoftreheirearshadalmostbeguntothaw.Theyhadbeeoseeclearlyaheeasilyandheareachotherspeakwithoutshouting.Itwasabsolutemiserytoebatothewitheringess.AnditdidseemhardwhenPuddleglumchosethatmomentforsaying:"Areyoustillsureofthosesigns,Pole?Whatstheoneweoughttobeafter,now?”

    "Oh,eon!Botherthesigns,"saidPole."SomethingaboutsomeoioningAslanshink.ButImjollywellnotgoingtogivearecitationhere.”

    Asyousee,shehadgottheorderwrong.Thatwasbecauseshehadgivenupsayingthesignsovereverynight.Shestillreallykhem,ifshetroubledtothink:butshewasnolongerso"pat"inherlessonastobesureofreelingthemoffintherightorderatamomentsnotidwi