"Will that be advisable?" questioned the Professor.
"Not advisable, but necessary. The stock must have their water you know."
So the party pushed on. The moon came up late in the evening, and the guide looking about him, discovered that they had borne too far to the east, which necessitated their covering some four miles more of alkali than would have been the case had they kept more closely to their course.
"It can't be helped," he laughed good-naturedly. "I guess the pigs' feet will last you until we make camp."
"How long will that be, Mr. Parry?" questioned Chunky anxiously.
"All of an hour and a half."
Stacy humorously took up his belt three holes.
"Got two more holes left to take in," he decided after examining the belt critically.
"That's a new way to measure distance and time, isn't it!" laughed the guide.
"How?" wondered Stacy.