"Yes, go on," said Gray breathlessly.
Lumley gave him a quick look from under his bushy eyebrows, and then bent over the plan again.
"Do you remember them trees we saw just afore we parted?" he said, looking on the ground as he spoke. "'Twas the sight of them made me sure we was in the right road. I made tracks for them when we parted company."
He looked up furtively at Gray again.
"You got that bit of a note I wrote you, partner?"
Gray hardly heard the words.
"Never mind that. Go on, go on!" he hurried out with passionate eagerness.
He was sure now that Lumley knew in which direction the trees lay, knew where water was to be obtained.
Lumley looked into his face with a sardonic grin. He had grown cooler and cooler as Gray's excitement rose.
"What's the hurry, partner?" he said; "there's nobody as I knows on who's likely to interrupt us. Well, as I was sayin', I made straight for them trees, but somehow I missed the track. That cloudy weather put me out, you see; and 'twasn't till near sundown last night I got sight of them."