“But you are not in a fit state to ride on, Griggs.”
“No. Everything is going round and round. Head’s all strange and queer.”
“You couldn’t sit a horse now.”
“No,” said the man drowsily, as he laid his arms across the mule’s back, falling forward to slide to the ground, for the mule took two or three steps to get out of his way.
“Oh, Chris,” groaned Ned, “what shall we do?”
The boy addressed did not reply for some moments, and then he repeated the American’s words as if to himself.
The next minute he seemed full of energy, and caught his companion by the shoulder.
“Ned,” he said, “let’s take the mule with the empty barrels, and ride on to get water.”
“Where?” said Ned dismally.
“Amongst the mountains.”