"Have you found it?" he called hoarsely.
"Yes; Ned's found a water hole," the Professor informed him.
"Give me a drink, quick. The alkali's cutting furrows in my throat," he begged. "Never got such a hold of me before."
The Professor pressed his canteen to the guide's lips, and Parry drank eagerly. A few moments later he pulled himself together sharply.
"I'm going to take the stock out to the water hole," he announced, starting the burros off across the desert. "I'll water the stallions when I return."
"You had better let me attend to that," protested the Professor. "You're in no shape to go out in the sun again."
"That's all right, Professor. But tell me how I am going to get out of the sun?" begged Parry, with a grim smile.
"The tent——"
"Hotter than the sun. No, I guess I can stand it if those boys are able to. By the way, have you seen anything of the other two?"
"I'll ascertain if Walter has discovered them yet."