I told him he was in the centre of Australia; and then I told in brief my own extraordinary story.
I sent Yamba to our shelter for the letter I had found in his tracks, and read it aloud to him.

He never told me who the writer of it was.

He listened to all I had to tell him with an expression of amazement, which soon gave place to one of weariness--the weariness of utter weakness.

He asked me to carry him outside into the sun, and I did so, afterwards squatting down beside him and opening up another conversation.

_He then told me his name was Gibson_, _and that he had been a member of the Giles Expedition of_ 1874.