Then they saw a few bushes in a hollow and, making towards it, found a small pool of water.

After a hearty drink, leaves and sticks were collected, a fire made, and slices of the smoked deer's meat were soon broiling over it.
"This is jolly," Tom said.

"I should not mind how long I tramped, if we could always find water." "And have venison to eat with it," Ned added, laughing.

"We have got a stock to last a week, that is a comfort, and this armadillo will do for supper and breakfast.

But I don't think we need fear starvation, for these plains swarm with animals; and it is hard if we can't manage to kill one occasionally, somehow or other." "How far do you think it is across to the other coast ?" "I have not an idea," Ned said.