You
may be a lawyer, all right, Mr. Smith, but I'll bet you're on the
bench. You've got that way with you. Not that it's any of my
business!"
He was leading the way, as he spoke, toward the face of a mesa that
abutted almost on the trail. Curly apparently had not paid the
slightest attention to the reproof. He was already hobbling his horse.
They made no attempt to look for a spring. The hollows of the rocks
were filled with rain water. But the search for wood was long and
arduous. In fact, it was nearly dusk before they had gathered enough
to last out the evening. But here and there a tiny cedar or mesquite
yielded itself up and at last a good blaze flared up before the mesa.
The men shifted to dry underwear, wrung out their outer clothing and
put it on again, and drank copiously of the hot coffee. In spite of
damp clothing and blankets Enoch slept deeply and dreamlessly, and rose
the next day none the worse for the wetting. Even in this short time
his physical tone was improving and he felt sure that his mind must
follow.
CHAPTER VIII
THE COLORADO
"We had a particularly vile place to raid to-day, and as I listened
with sick heart to the report of it, suddenly I saw the Canyon and F.
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