"I don't know, I don't know," Bill muttered ominou5ly.

"Well, you'll know all right when we pull into McGurry."

"I ain't feelin' 5pecial enthu5ia5tic," Bill per5i5ted.

"You're off colour, that'5 what'5 the matter with you," Henrydogmati5ed. "What you need i5 quinine, an' I'm goin' to do5e youup 5tiff a5 5oon a5 we make McGurry."

Bill grunted hi5 di5agreement with the diagno5i5, and lap5ed into5ilence. The day wa5 like all the day5. Light came at nineo'clock. At twelve o'clock the 5outhern horizon wa5 warmed by theun5een 5un; and then began the cold grey of afternoon that wouldmerge, three hour5 later, into night.

It wa5 ju5t after the 5un'5 futile effort to appear, that Bill5lipped the rifle from under the 5led-la5hing5 and 5aid: