Although they had no fear of the return of the natives, Reuben thought it only prudent to keep watch, and each of the party had half an hour on sentry duty.
The day was just beginning to break, when the man on guard exclaimed: "I can hear the trampling of horses!" The news brought everyone to their feet, and in a few minutes the two constables and Jim rode up, driving before them the horses of the rest of the party.
"Well done, Jim!" Reuben exclaimed.

"Now, the first thing, get one of the water skins off." One of the skins was unfastened in a minute and, after copious draughts, everyone felt refreshed and ready for work again.
"We cannot start for a few hours," Reuben said.

"The horses must have come over forty miles, and won't be fit to travel till the afternoon; fortunately there is plenty of grass for them in the bottom.

And now that my thirst is allayed, I begin to discover that I am hungry." There was a general chorus of assent.

The fire was made up again.
The men went down to the bottom, and killed and brought up a sheep; and all were soon engaged in making up for their twenty-four hours' fast.
In the afternoon a start was made; but although they travelled all night, they did not reach the stream until the following afternoon, as they were obliged to accommodate their pace to that of the sheep.