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"So this smokin' means you both want to turn back?" queried Lin, his sharp
gaze glancing darkly bright in the glow of the fire.
"Yep, we'll turn back. An', Lordy! the relief I feel!" replied one.
"We've been long comin' to it, Lin, an' thet was for your sake," replied the
other.
Lin slowly pulled at his pipe and blew out the smoke as if reluctant to part
with it. "Let's go on," he said, quietly.
"No. I've had all I want of chasin' thet damn wild stallion," returned Bill,
shortly.
The other spread wide his hands and bent an expostulating look upon the one
called Lin. "We're two hundred miles out," he said. "There's only a little
flour left in the bag. No coffee! Only a little salt! All the hosses except
your big Nagger are played out. We're already in strange country. An' you know
what we've heerd of this an' all to the south. It's all canyons, an'
somewheres down there is thet awful canyon none of our people ever seen. But
we've heerd of it. An awful cut-up country."
He finished with a conviction that no one could say a word against the common
sense of his argument.


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