Carhart again sought the guide. “Do you know yourself where the pool is?”
The guide shaded his eyes and searched the horizon. “It was in a spot that looked something like this here,” he said in a weak, confidential sort of way.
Carhart answered sharply, “Why don’t you say you are lost, and be done with it!”
“Well, I ain’t lost exactly. I wouldn’t like to say that.”
“But you haven’t the least idea where the pool is.”
“Well, now, you see—”
“Is there any other water on ahead?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Where?”