"I'll lug in the canteens and the chuck bag." He went out and returned with them, and he and Frank got busy with some sardine sandwiches, crackers, and cheese which McGurvin had provided for a "hand-out." The water in the canteens was refreshing, and likewise the fare, rough though it was.
"In the first place, Clan," reasoned Merry, "we've got to consider that it isn't exactly a cinch that Borrodaile has been here.

It's probable, but not absolutely certain.

Some desert Arab may have raided the place and carted away his stuff." "Not likely," returned Clancy, swallowing a mouthful of sandwich.

As he was about to take another bite, he had a thought that caused him to look up quickly.

"Unless," he added.