This was more easily said than done. They attempted to walk steadily, but, instead, went slipping and sliding about, and in some places they could with difficulty make progress. They had not gone far when they caught sight of Mr Hayward. He expressed his delight at seeing them.
“We have indeed been anxious about you, though the captain was satisfied that you were safe,” exclaimed their tutor.
On getting off the ground which had been covered with water, the boys hurried on, and soon reached the hill, on the side of which, under a grove of acacia-trees, they found the family encamped. The tent which had been stowed at the station had been put up for the accommodation of the ladies, while the rest of the party slept either in or under the drays. They had not in reality suffered much hardship, as they were as well off as they would have been in making a journey, with the exception of want of bread.
Mrs Hugh and her daughters were making the best of everything, though it was sad for them to contemplate the fruitful spot amid which their house had stood, now a slimy wilderness.
“Any news of Paul?” asked Harry.
Captain Berrington shook his head. “I am thankful I had not started from home when this occurred; but I must now try and learn what has become of him,” he answered. “Should he have escaped all other dangers, he may have been caught by this flood; and I am indeed very, very anxious.”
Harry told Mr Hayward what his father had said.
“I am ready to start this instant, either alone or with any one whom your father will allow to accompany me,” he said.
“I’ll go!” cried Harry.
“You may be wanted; there is work to do for all hands, though perhaps I can best be spared,” answered Mr Hayward.