Chapter 23

It was towards the close of that day that the watching Theresa made a discovery. “O Tibbetti, you are making a new river!” Already the men in the cutting were working knee-deep in water. Bones leaned wearily against a clay bank and grinned feebly. He was on the point of collapse. All day he had been flying hither and thither with the restless energy of an ant. He had marked the progress of M’pita with sticks driven into the ground; he had produced from the _Wiggle_ a theodolite, the functions of which he imperfectl…