Monday, 15/09/30.

Morning at Illbilla and Lasseter makes a last desperate appeal for the Captains navigation tables,  Lasseter cites his certificates in navigation and surveying as proof of competency. Blakeley dismisses him, no sextant no book, it's not his anyway.

Of all the things you see out in the bush, Fred Colson meets Rolf and his mate crossing the airstrip where the plane crashed , clad only in their hats and boots. He fixes them up with a billy of water and some tucker and camps for the night, the track is a bitch.

Johns and Lasseter finally move off along the eastern track by late morning and and make five miles for the afternoon, Lasseter has no idea how to handle camels and Johns is not much of a teacher.