Coote can do nothing but wait in the shade, eking out his supplies, his demijohn of water getting low as well as ammunition after another three shots this evening. Tomorrow he will have to relocate to the waterholes at the Rock. In Sydney the Bailey's ponder action, almost as if waiting for a decent interval to lapse.

There's a slightly glum air about the Endeavour camp, they can't see or hear the Melbourne cup and all are keen punters and horsemen. Their spirits not helped by discovering that the petrol  cases are leaking a flood, Terry reckons caused by the sudden change of temperature last night, the things don't travel well anyway, twelve precious gallons lost. The drums are retrieved from under the fig tree and refilled and the bungs soldered on for good measure. Bird and Colson eventually away mid afternoon on eight lightly loaded camels, none carrying more than four hundredweight, they'll step out smartly. Bailey and Terry  work on the gear box until dark, Terry is impressed, the young fellow is a cook, dentist, mechanic and stockman.

Phar Lap wins the Melbourne Cup.