The Germ Growers: An Australian story of adventure and mysteryPotter, Robert
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The Germ Growers: An Australian story of adventure and mystery
Potter, Robert
Science fiction, Australian
If Jack was right we should hardly have need of them. And yet we
might, for the telegraph stations were far apart, and it might be
quite beyond our power to walk to the nearest, and we would not know
in which direction to travel in order to reach the nearest. But then,
as Jack said, if all came to all we should cut the wire, and that
would soon bring us help.
The food quite restored me, but I did not think that it had the same
good effect on Jack. He was quite cheerful, brave, and hopeful, but
still there was undoubtedly something amiss. So I proposed that Jack
should have the horse and that I should walk beside him. “I don’t
mind,” he said, “if I have the first ride.” And so it was arranged.
But riding even a very tame horse without either saddle or bridle is
neither a pleasant nor a quick way of travelling, and besides the
horse’s lameness came on again as soon as he had weight to carry, and
it became clear before long that we could get no good of him that
way. I had improvised a sort of halter out of slips cut from our
coats, and so when Jack dismounted, we tried to lead the horse; he
showed a decided tendency, both when ridden and led, to go north. “Let
him have his way,” Jack said, “provided he doesn’t make any westing. I
will not go away from the wire.” The end of it was that we led the
horse, or let him lead us, for several hours. We travelled very
slowly, indeed, but still we must have got over twelve or thirteen
miles, going mainly northward, and making perhaps a mile of easting
all the time.
The country that we travelled over consisted of a series of plains
which were separated by thin belts of timber. There was little or no
scrub. At last we came, as it seemed, to a small dried-up watercourse;
but it proved to be not quite dried up, for the horse trotted over to
one of the sand-beds where the ponds had been, and found a little hole
of water which he drank very greedily. The hole was so small that we
did not care to drink after him if it could be helped; but by digging
with our hands in the sand a little higher up we got a sufficient
supply of water that was fairly good.
We had now got all out of the horse that we were likely to get. This
water meant life for a day or two longer. It seemed now to be the best
course for us to start from this point due east. If the wire were even
within twenty miles of us we might escape. If not, our death seemed
certain.
But Jack’s increasing debility, which was beginning to make me very
anxious, made it out of the question to go farther to-night. Indeed,
it was already getting on for sundown. So we took each, one of our
three remaining lozenges, and made our camp as best we could. The
trees near the watercourse were shadier than elsewhere, and the
weather was mild. We had no tobacco. By some mischance we had left it
behind us in our escape from the valley. Indeed, such was our
excitement and anxiety that we had never smoked once all the time we
were there. But now we missed our pipes very much.
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