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For the ensuing two days the search party worked energetically, but with no success, along the Coorong track. Bad fortune met them at the very onset of their quest. A strong southerly wind sprang up in the early hours of the first morning, and, almost before light had come, sand was masking over everything on the track. Wherever sand could gather, every mark of every foot-fall and every wheel track was obliterated.
"There goes our greatest chance of marking any deviation from the track," said Harker, the detective ruefully. "If they have wandered from the track, we did at any rate stand some chance of finding from where they started, before this blarmed wind came to cover everything up."