Just Smith, are you getting rested?"
He grinned as he spoke, but Mack watched their guest soberly. Enoch's
great head seemed to fascinate him.
"I'm feeling better, thanks. And I'm trying hard to behave."
"You're doing very well," returned Curly. "I can't recommend you yet
as a horse wrangler, but if I permit you to bring Mamie in every
morning, perhaps you'll sabez better."
"This is sure one devil of a country," said Mack. "The Spanish called
it the death trail. Wow! What it must have been before they opened up
these springs! Even the Indians couldn't live here."
"I'd like to show it to old Parsons," said Curly. "He claims there
ain't a spot in Arizona that couldn't grow crops if you could get water
to it. He's a fine old liar! Why, this country don't even grow
cactus! I'd like to hobble him out here for a week."
"Those Survey fellows were up here a few years back trying to fix it to
get water out of those pot holes," said Mack.
"Nuts! Sounds like a government bunch!" grunted Curly.
"What came of it?" asked Enoch.
"It ended in a funny kind of a row," replied Mack. "Some folks think
there's oil up here, and there was a bunch here drilling for wells,
when the government men came along.
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