He pointed to his left, where there was a manifest change in the scenery as seen through the shimmering haze which hindered the view.
“Yes,” he cried eagerly, “if you look hard you can just get a glimpse of a great ridge, and just beyond—ragh! There are the mountains at last!”
“I can’t see them,” said Chris thoughtfully. “Are they near?”
“No; but near enough for us to reach to-morrow night.”
“But what about to-night? I say, that isn’t salt. I can see it glittering quite plainly; it’s water.”
“No, my lad; no water there. I wish there was,” added Griggs to himself.
“Then what are we to do for water to-night?”
“There’ll be enough to make our tea.”
“But the horses and mules?” said Chris.
“We must try and find a hollow with some shrubby stuff that they can chew, poor beasts, for they’ll get nothing else. What are you pointing at, squire?”