I get him."
"No, I want to buy a horse. Now I'm in the desert I guess I'll see a
little of it. Maybe I'll ride up that way," waving a careless arm
toward the north. "Maybe you'll sell me some camping things, blankets
and a coffee pot."
"All right," said the Indian. "When you want 'em?"
"Now, if I can get them."
"All right! I fix 'em."
He spoke to one of the other Indians who were sticking curious heads
out of black doorways. In an incredibly short time Enoch was the
possessor of a thin, muscular pony, well saddled, two blankets, one an
Army, the other a Navajo, a frying pan, a coffee pot, a canteen and
enough flour, bacon and coffee to see him through the day. He also
achieved possession of a blue flannel shirt and a pair of overalls. He
paid without question the price asked by the Indians. Dawn was just
breaking when he mounted his horse.
"Where does that trail lead?" he asked, pointing to one that started
north from the corral.
"To Eagle Springs, five miles," answered the Indian.
"And after that?"
"East to Allman's ranch, north to Navajo camp."
"Thanks," said Enoch. "Good-by!" and he turned his pony to the trail.
The country became rough and broken almost at once. The trail led up
and down through draws and arroyos.
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