It was clear that the same thing held true in his own case, and he remembered with a little wry smile that Grenfell had said his share was to go to him if they found the mine.

They had not found it, and there was no prospect of their doing so, for his faith in the project had vanished now that Grenfell was dead.

It remained for them only to go back to the settlements, defeated.
At length Devine broke in upon his reflections.
"I don't know whether you remember that we've had nothing since supper last night," he said.

"Anyway, I don't feel equal to undertaking what's before us as I am.

Seems to me the pack-horse would like a drink, too." Weston felt a little guilty, for the events of the past hour had driven all thought of the beast out of his mind.