"Well, have you had some yourself?"
"No. I—the fact is I couldn't see the tank."
"Not see the tank! Why, you ought to be able to see it from here; no, it's on the other side; give me the bag!"
"What for?" asked Moya, more startled than he saw.
"I'll go this time. You stay with the sheep."
"But what's the good of going if the tank has been removed? If I couldn't see it I'm sure you can't," said Moya bluntly.
"Did you ride right up?"
"Of course I did."
And Moya smiled.
"Well, at all events there's the whim-water. It's rather brackish——"