Camp 44 is an uncomfortable night for Terry and Bailey, close and still with heavy clouds and hundreds of assorted annoying insects which seem to have discovered the knack of climbing up the stretcher legs. Still anxious about the missing camelmen and water supply down to four inches over the radiator tubes leaving three gallons as an emergency supply. But it's a fresh breezy day with a head wind and they make five miles towards the Mann ranges by stopping every mile or so to cool the engine.

Relieved to see a smoke signal shortly after ten about a mile south. They push on for another five miles in fits and starts to a hill likely for a rock hole and Terry sets out on foot to search with some belated success, a cleft in the granite four inches wide, he bails out a billy full using his matchbox and after lunch he and Bailey fill up two kerosene drums of the welcome stuff, a slow process. Push on to 6.00 p.m when they cut the camel tracks and find their mates camped on a creek running out from Day's Gully.