It must be a long while since there has been rain, or it would not have been dry.

We continued on, searching up and down and through the Todd Ranges, finding enough for our horses from the rain.
Late in the afternoon we found another camping-place with four rock holes quite empty, which, if full, would hold 3000 or 4000 gallons at least.
This was very disheartening, and we felt it very much.

It appeared to us that there was no water in this country at this season, and we felt it was useless looking for it.

We now decided to make back towards the party; but being uncertain that my brother would not follow, on the strength of the rain, determined to bear South-West until we struck our outward tracks.

After going six miles, camped without water, and nothing but some old coarse scrub for the horses.