We only went a short distance--to Bagot's Creek, where I renewed my arguments.

Mr.
Carmichael's reply was, that he had made up his mind and nothing should alter it; the consequence was that with one companion I had, so to speak, discharged, and another who discharged himself, any further exploration was out of the question.

I had no other object now in view but to hasten my return to civilisation, in hopes of reorganising my expedition.

We were now in full retreat for the telegraph line; but as I still traversed a region previously unexplored, I may as well continue my narrative to the close.

Marzetti's foal couldn't travel, and had to be killed at Bagot's Creek.
On Friday, the 8th November, the party, now silent, still moved under my directions.