He made up a small parcel of provisions, and handed them to Dionysius Silverthorn, who sat down on a stump, while the little caravan pushed on.
“That’s the strangest sort of man I ever encountered,” said Tom. “I wonder whether we’ll ever see him again.”
CHAPTER XII.
IN DIRE DISTRESS.
Some days later the party reached the great salt plains dreaded by all overland travellers. The sight of the vast, white prairies, utterly destitute of vegetation, with no plant or shrub visible, and no evidence that any had ever existed, was depressing enough.
“If we should get out of provisions or water here, Heaven help us!” said Tom apprehensively.
“How far will we have to go before we reach the borders of the plain?” asked Grant.
“I don’t know, but I have heard that it is very extensive.”
“How are we off for provisions?”
“That is what makes me anxious. Our supply is quite scanty.”
“And there is no chance to replenish it here?”