Brennan was for turning back, arguing the uselessness of going further,
and the necessity of water for the ponies.
"Come on, Jim," he urged. "Be sensible; we've lost the trail, and
that's no fault o' ours. An Apache Indian couldn't trace a herd o'
steers through this sand. And look ahead thar! It's worse, an' more
of it. I'm for stalking Lacy at the springs." He stopped suddenly,
staring southward as though he had seen a vision. "Holy smoke! What's
that? By God! It's a wagon, Jim; an' it come right up out of the
earth. There wasn't no wagon there a second ago."
CHAPTER XXX: ON THE EDGE OF THE CLIFF
For a moment both men suspected that what they looked upon was a
mirage--its actual existence there in that place seemed impossible.
Yet there was no disputing the fact, that yonder in the very midst of
that desolation of sand, a wagon drawn by straining horses was slowly
moving directly toward them. Westcott was first to grasp the truth,
hastily jerking the marshal back to where the tired ponies stood with
drooping heads behind the protection of the dune.
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