Then, I take it, that our
course is already laid out pretty straight as far as them springs.
Beyond there the general lay of the land may help us, and I aim to
reach that point along about daylight. Accordin' to Miss La Rue--she's
that blond female I seen at the hotel, ain't she--Cassady was expected
to reach this place where Mendez is about dawn, if he had to kill his
hoss to do it. That would mean some considerable of a ride, I reckon."
"And yet," put in Westcott, with increasing interest, "would seem
naturally to limit the spot to within a radius of ten miles from Badger
Springs."
"Likely enough--yes; either south, southeast, or southwest; what sort
o' country is it?"
"Absolutely barren; a desolate waste as far as the eye can see, except
that range of mountains away to the south, fifty miles or more off. It
would be a dead level, except for the sand-hills; that's all the memory
I've got of it."
"Well, thar's allers some landmark to a trail, an' I used ter be a
pretty fair tracker. Speed yer hoss up a bit, Jim; we've got to ride
faster than this.
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