CHAPTER VI.
THE BILLABONG.
The Baker was quite himself by the time the sun went down, and, though Smith lighted the fire, he cooked the supper, such as it was; for what stores they had were chiefly flour, tea, and sugar, and bacon. And most of these lay beside Mandeville's dead horse.
"What are we going to do?" said Smith. For now, having nearly killed him, he thought it a good time to see what Mandeville really thought.
"Do you mean about goin' on or backin' h'out?" asked the Baker.
"That's about it."
The Baker twisted up his mouth and looked north.
"There's water there?"
Smith nodded.
"And plenty of it?"