Gray had turned from him and hidden his face. Harding stretched out his hand again and put it on his shoulder.
"Well, I got two of the trackers, clever fellows, and we hit upon your trail; and found you, you see."
"Did you—did you—" Gray could not finish.
"We buried him," Harding said shortly. "And I've got the money in the wagon. We sent over to Ford's for a wagon. You were close to water, lad, if you'd only known it."
"I knew it," said Gray; "we had water."
Harding looked inquiringly at him.
"It's a long story," said Gray. A shudder went over him, and he hurried on. "He got out of the track when he left me, and I found him. The horse had thrown him, and he had hurt his foot, but he knew where the water was and I got it. And I found the horse by the water."
Harding put his hand on his shoulder.
"Did he give you that blow, lad?"
Gray nodded, and Harding asked no more questions just then.