"I ain't growling," said the Baker, "I'm only just expressing opinions. And your 'orse will want tucker if 'e's to carry your bloomin' carcass far."
Hicks laughed, and reached out for Mandeville, who rolled a foot further away from him.
"What kind of 'orses do you breed down on the 'Awksbery River, old man?" he asked. "Or does your folks go on foot? Or perhaps you're bigger than most."
"I'm the little un' of the family," said Hicks. And they all laughed.
"Lord save us from your brothers," said Smith. "But let's be getting a bit of a snooze."
So they lay and sweated, and hunted off the infernal ubiquitous flies, and got sticky and bad-tempered, till the sun was two hours past the meridian.
And before them, as they rode on again, was the eternal plain, which ran ahead of them for ever.
But when they camped at night, they were thirty miles, or perhaps more, from the New Find.