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"It had been used once?"
"There was some signs made me think so; Injuns, I reckon, an' a long
while ago."
Westcott asked: "How can we get there safely? Can you guide us?"
Moore swept his eyes over the dull range of sand, expectorated
thoughtfully, and rammed his hands deep into his trouser-pockets. He
was slow about answering, but the two men waited motionless.
"If it was me," he said finally. "I'd take it on foot. It'll be a
jaunt ov near on to three miles, unless yer want ter risk bein' seen by
them Mexes on the main trail. You couldn't go straight, but would have
ter circle out an' travel mostly behind that ridge o' sand thar to the
left. Goin' that a-way nobody's likely ter get sight o' yer on foot.
You couldn't take no hoss, though. Here'd be my plan; lead this yere
outfit o' mine an' your ponies back inter them sand dunes whar nobody
ever goes. They're tired 'nough ter stand, an' there ain't anything
fer 'em to graze on. Then we kin hoof it over ter the place I'm
tellin' yer about, an' yer kin sorter size it up fer yerselves.
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