“And you seconded the suggestion. We started out with a supply of water that we thought would last——”
“We should have known better!”
“Perhaps so, but that is the fault of all of us, not any one person. You are getting to be a regular kicker of late.”
Jack shot Harry a savage look.
“Be careful!” he said. “I don’t feel like standing too much! I am rather ugly just now.”
“That’s right, and you have been the only one who has shown anything like ugliness at any time during the trip. You seem to want to put the blame of any mistake onto Merry, while it is all of us——”
“Say, drop it!” commanded Frank, sharply. “This is no time to quarrel. Those mountain are close at hand, I am sure, and a last grim pull will take us to them. We will find water there, for you know we were told about the water holes in the Desert Range.”
“Those water holes will not be easy to find.”
“I have full directions for finding them. After we get a square drink, we’ll feel better, and there’ll be no inclination to quarrel.”
“Oh, water! water!” murmured Browning; “how I’d like to let about a quart gurgle down past my Adam’s apple!”