“What’s the matter, Griggs?” said Chris hoarsely.
“Oh, it’s you!” was the reply. “I could see you both coming, but you looked swollen up into giants, and I couldn’t make it out.”
“But what are you doing here?”
“Doing here? Yes, I remember. We must find where the water is to-night, or it will be too late.”
“Oh, don’t say that,” cried Ned, in a hoarse whisper.
“Yes, that’s it,” said Griggs strangely. “Must find the water to-night, or it will be too late. I’m going to ride on, but I can’t find the mustangs.”
“They’re over yonder,” said Ned quickly, pointing to where the ponies could be dimly-seen.
“No; I’ve been over there, and they’re gone.”
“Going to ride on?” said Chris, as a thought struck him.
“Yes, before it’s too late.”