I say, old fellow, it strikes me we're getting into a beastly mess.

What on earth's to be done ?" They checked their mules, and looked at each other.
"What can the Spaniard's game be, Hawtry?
We've had a good five shillings' worth." "Let us take our own bearings," Hawtry said.

"The sun now is nearly on our left.

Well, of course, that is somewhere about west-sou-west, so we must be going northward.

I don't think that can be right.