"Plenty."
Mandeville made a step or two in a northerly direction. When he came back, he shook his fist in the south-west quarter.
"And do you think I'm such a nincompoop as to go back across that blazin' desert till the rains come? Not me! not by a particularly large jugful, Smith."
"And what then? What about tucker?" asked Smith.
Mandy shrugged his shoulders.
"There's what we've 'ere, sonny; and with what we left back yonder there's enough to last us the three weeks we reckoned on."
"It's more than three weeks to the big rains," said Smith.
"One thing at a time, please yer 'ighness," said the Baker, who was sitting by the fire, smoking hard. "I guess there'll be 'possums by your creek. And if there ain't, we must 'unt grubs like the black-fellows does."
And as Smith was quite insane about the gold, they stayed.
Next day they went back and brought in the other stores.