My uncles were not men to be frightened by difficulties.  They and Mike, with Quambo and I, immediately set to work to do what was necessary.  We unloaded the waggon, and commenced repairing the damage it had received. This, however, took us some time, and it was quite dark before we got the wheel on again and the waggon reloaded.  Having been more provident than the rest of the party, we were able to wet our beasts' muzzles, and still have sufficient water to last ourselves for a few hours.