"They're early risers, and no mistake," remarked Reg, rubbing his eyes.
"Yes. I wonder which way they've gone. However, that's easily settled," and he looked for hoof-marks, which he found, setting in the direction of Chinchilla. But neither attached any importance to the matter.
"We'd better make for the buggy," said Hal. And they shouldered their swags and made for the river once more.
Wyck, camped in Abrahams' van, found it difficult to sleep on account of the owner's loud snoring. At day-break he lay looking out on the camp through a crack in the cover. He saw the girls rise and depart, and the boys follow them. Thinking it about time for them to be moving, he woke Abrahams and went off to Joe's tent.
"Now then, Joe," he called out at that worthy's tent. "Get up, and let's get off to Dalby. I've had enough of the bush."
"Hullo! where's the other coves?" asked Joe, in surprise, gazing round the camp.
"Gone long ago."
"Which way did they go?"
"Along the river, I expect."
"Now then, boys, harness up. We must make Dalby to-night," said Abrahams, appearing on the scene.