"Then it's not for to-day?"
"No," said Smith.
They rode on for an hour.
"If we get no water to-night, it's all up with the gee-gees," said the Baker.
And when they had ridden half a mile, Smith spoke.
"Yes, you're right," said he.
As he rode, his face twitched, and his expression changed a thousand times. For he was wrought up to a strange pitch, and his nerves were tried. His face, which was thin and brown, and very finely cut, showed every thought in his mind, and the poor Baker watched it wonderingly.
"I wonder what's in his 'ead," said he. For just then Smith looked very gloomy.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Smith turned in his saddle, and smiled an odd, far-away smile.