"I refuse to walk any farther, you have gotten us lost."
Mycroft sighed, scrubbing his face with his hands
"We are not lost; we travelled East away from the house so logic dictates if we travel West we will run into the house or the road leading up to it at least."
Sherlock sat down in the dirt obviously not taking Mycroft at his word.
"My feet hurt," he whined, "and we're lost."
"We're not lost, we just walked further than I thought we did."
Sherlock didn't look like he was budging any time soon. Mycroft resorted to desperate tactics.
"I'll give you a piggyback the rest of the way."
Sherlock was off the ground in a flash and leaped on Mycroft, nearly knocking him off his feet.