Upon rejoining my companions, as we now seldom spoke to one another, I merely told them I had seen water and natives, but that it was hardly worth while to go back to the place, but that they could go if they liked.

Robinson asked me why I had ridden my horse West Australian--shortened to W.A., but usually called Guts, from his persistent attention to his "inwards"-- so hard when there seemed no likelihood's of our getting any water for the night?
I said, "Ride him back and see." I called this place Escape Glen.

In two or three miles after I overtook them, the Petermann became exhausted on the plains.

We pushed on nearly east, as now we must strike the Finke in forty-five to fifty miles; but we had to camp that night without water.

The lame horses went better the farther they were driven.