"I doubt it," said Brown; "these clay formations generally carry salt."
"One of us had better take Billy and a couple of horses packed with water. Let Billy go about twenty miles, then, whoever goes on, give his horse a couple of bags of water and hang the others up on the branch of a tree against his return."
"That's the only safe way," replied Brown. "Who is to go, you or I?"
"You're the lucky one."
"No. You found Lee-lee; let's toss up."
"That's all right, but where's the coin?"
"Rather good," laughed Brown. "Men with a rich reef in their possession and can't raise a copper to toss with."
"We must shake in the hat," replied Morton.
He tore up a leaf of his note-book, made a mark on one scrap, doubled them up and shook them together in his hat.
Brown drew the marked paper, and chose to go.