He turned on the scope and swung it wildly back and forth. "You made me
commit a boo-boo. I think we've shot right past the Earth!"
The scope was getting weak. They could not find the Earth until Harold
had reversed course. Then Orville saw it, the edge filling part of the
scope. Harold's eyes were watering. He wiped the good lens of his
glasses and leaned close.
"Can you make out any land?" he asked Orville.
"This looks like Indian Lake. I've fished there lots of times."
"It would be something bigger. Say, Greenland or South America."
This was the first time Orville realized they might not land squarely in
Harold's back yard. He began looking intently at the scope.
"What's this kidney-bean shape?"