Let me show you how to scoop out sand so's to make a
hollow for your hips and your shoulders, and I'll bet you'll sleep."
And Enoch did sleep that night better than for several weeks. He was
stiff and muscle sore when he awoke at dawn, but he felt clearer headed
and less mentally feverish than he had the previous day. Curly and
Mack were still asleep when he stole over to the spring to wash and
shave. It was biting cold, but he felt like a new man when he had
finished his toilet and stood drawing deep breaths while he watched the
dawn approach through the magnificent desert distances. He gathered
some greasewood and came back to build the fire, but his camp mates had
forestalled him. While he was at the spring the men had both wakened
and the fire was blazing merrily.
Breakfast was quickly prepared and eaten. Enoch established himself as
the camp dish washer, much to the pleasure of Curly, who hitherto had
borne this burden. After he had cleaned and packed the dishes, Enoch
went out for Pablo, who had strayed a quarter of a mile in his search
for pasturage. After a half hour of futile endeavor Mack came to his
rescue, and in a short time the cavalcade was ready to start.
They were not an unimposing outfit.
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