"I've seen that mark before on the granite mounds in Western Australia," said Brown. "You notice that there are six toes to it. It's supposed to be the footprint of the devil."
"By Jove, what tedious work it must have been cutting those marks!" returned Morton. "They're not lazy beggars ahead of us whatever else they may be. But what shall we do now?"
"Go back to the lagoons. It's a rattling good camp, and we have heaps of time before us. We'll hold a council of war this afternoon and decide upon some course of action."
"Right," answered Morton. "We shall have to go slowly and cannily or we shall be getting into a tight place."
They returned to their former camp, and, as evening drew on, entered into a discussion as to their immediate movements.
"Brown, you're the longest, speak first," said Morton.
"Those beggars are located beyond that limestone rock. Is not that so?"
"Yes."
"They may be the most mild and peaceful people going, and they may be the most truculent ruffians. I incline to the latter opinion."
"So do I, but I cannot say why exactly. They took to their heels quick enough the other night."