“Where’s this bally Rush got to？” said Edmund a gooddeal later.
“I certainly thought we‘d have struck it by now，” said Peter. “But there’s nothing to do but keep on.” They both knew that the Dwarf was looking anxiously at them， but he said nothing.
And still they trudged on and their mail shirts began to feel very hot and heavy.
“What on earth？” said Peter suddenly.
They had come， without seeing it， almost to the edge of a small precipice from which they looked down into a gorge with a river at the bottom. On the far side the cliffs rose much higher. None of the party except Edmund （and perhaps Trumpkin） was a rock climber.
“I‘m sorry，” said Peter. “It’s my fault for coming this way. We‘re lost. I’ve never seen this place in my life before.”
The Dwarf gave a low whistle between his teeth.
“Oh， do let‘s go back and go the other way，” said Susan. “I knew all along we’d get lost in these woods.”
“Susan！” said Lucy， reproachfully， “don‘t nag at Peter like that. It’s so rotten， and he‘s doing all he can.”
“And don’t you snap at Su like that， either，” said Edmund.
“I think she‘s quite right.”
