"That's so."
"We'd get hungry, wouldn't we?" chuckled Stacy.
"You wouldn't get. You always are," retorted Ned.
"Now, I'll show you how I know there is a water hole near here," said Parry after they had finished their late meal. "When I locate it, you boys may help me take the stock to it."
They walked back some twenty rods from where they had pitched the camp, Parry meanwhile hunting about as if in search of something that he had dropped.
"Nope. No water here," decided Stacy.
"You don't know. Ah! Here is what I am looking for."
The guide pointed to a heap of stones that rose some twelve inches above the ground. On the west side of the heap several stones had been placed in a row, thus forming an arm that extended or pointed almost due west.
"Know what that is?" asked Parry.
The lads shook their heads.