When We Got Back To About Thirty Miles From The Kegs I Was Walking, And Having Concluded In My Mind What Course To Pursue, I Called To Gibson To Halt Till I Walked Up To Him.

We were both excessively thirsty, for walking had made us so, and we had scarcely a pint of water left between us.

However, of what we had we each took a mouthful, which finished the supply, and I then said - for I couldn't speak before - "Look here, Gibson, you see we are in a most terrible fix with only one horse, therefore only one can ride, and one must remain behind. I shall remain: and now listen to me. If the mare does not get water soon she will die; therefore ride right on; get to the Kegs, if possible, to-night, and give her water. Now the cob is dead there'll be all the more for her; let her rest for an hour or two, and then get over a few more miles by morning, so that early to-morrow you will sight the Rawlinson, at twenty-five miles from the Kegs. Stick to the tracks, and never leave them. Leave as much water in one keg for me as you can afford after watering the mare and filling up your own bags, and, remember, I depend upon you to bring me relief. Rouse Mr. Tietkens, get fresh horses and more water-bags, and return as soon as you possibly can. I shall of course endeavour to get down the tracks also."

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