"The country has become more undulating, this afternoon; but the first thirty miles were almost perfectly level, and I could see nothing, whatever, that could serve as an index, except of course the sun.

Still, that is only a guide as to the general direction.

It must have been nine or ten years since that fellow was here, and yet he led us as straight as if he was making for a church steeple." "It seems to be a sort of instinct," Reuben said, "although possibly, for the last part of the distance, he may have seen signs of the passage of the natives.

As far as I can understand, he tells me at this time of year there is no other water hole, within a long distance; so that naturally there will be many natives making for it.

I am glad there are not any of them here, now.
"Why isn't that horse hobbled like the rest ?" Reuben asked suddenly.