Slowly Hampton succeeded in uplifting his tired body and his reeling head, until he could sit partially upright and gaze unsteadily about.  The girl yet remained motionless at his feet, her thick hair, a mass of red gold in the sunshine, completely concealing her face, her slender figure quivering to sobs of utter exhaustion.  Before them stretched the barren plain, brown, desolate, drear, offering in all its wide expanse no hopeful promise of rescue, no slightest suggestion even of water, excepting a fringe of irregular trees, barely discernible against the horizon.  That lorn, deserted waste, shimmering beneath the sun-rays, the heat waves already becoming manifest above the rock-strewn surface, presented a most depressing spectacle.  With hand partially shading his aching eyes from the blinding glare, the man studied its every exposed feature, his face hardening again into lines of stern determination.  The girl stirred from her position, flinging back her heavy hair with one hand, and looking up into his face with eyes that read at once his disappointment.

“Have—­have you any water left?” she asked at last, her lips parched and burning as if from fever.

He shook the canteen dangling forgotten at his side.  “There may be a few drops,” he said, handing it to her, although scarcely removing his fixed gaze from off that dreary plain.  “We shall be obliged to make those trees yonder; there ought to be water there in plenty, and possibly we may strike a trail.”

She staggered to her feet, gripping his shoulder, and swaying a little from weakness, then, holding aside her hair, gazed long in the direction he pointed.

“I fairly shake from hunger,” she exclaimed, almost angrily, “and am terribly tired and sore, but I reckon I can make it if I ’ve got to.”

There was nothing more said between them.  Like two automatons, they started off across the parched grass, the heat waves rising and falling as they stumbled forward.  Neither realized until then how thoroughly that hard climb up the rocks, the strain of continued peril, and the long abstinence from food had sapped their strength, yet to remain where they were meant certain death; all hope found its centre amid those distant beckoning trees.  Mechanically the girl gathered back her straying tresses, and tied them with a rag torn from her frayed skirt.  Hampton noted silently how heavy and sunken her eyes were; he felt a dull pity, yet could not sufficiently arouse himself from the lethargy of exhaustion to speak.  His body seemed a leaden weight, his brain a dull, inert mass; nothing was left him but an unreasoning purpose, the iron will to press on across that desolate plain, which already reeled and writhed before his aching eyes.