We had a good drink ourselves, put half a gallon into a canteen, and gave the rest to the horses.

From here our usual good fortune returned.

We had not gone far when Windich called me back and said he had found horses' tracks, and sure enough there were the tracks of horses coming from the westward.

Windich took some of the old dung with him to convince our companions that we had seen them.

We followed westward along the tracks for half a mile, when we found two or three small rock holes with water in them, which our horses drank.