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ONE PUT OVER ON THE BUNCH a dry camp, Luck. Yuh realize what that would be like?"

"Oh, I may have some faint idea," Luck drawled whimsically. "Look over there, Andy—over toward Albuquerque. Is that a mirage again, or do you see something moving?"

Andy, having the glasses, swung them slowly to the southeast. After a minute or two he shook his head and gave the glasses to Luck. "There was one square look I got, and I'd been willing to swear it was our saddle-bunch," he said. "And then they got to wobbling and I couldn't make out what they are. They might be field mice, or they might be giraffes—I'm darned if I know which."

Luck focussed the glasses, but whatever the objects had been, they were no longer to be seen. So the two hours passed and they saw Applehead and Lite come slowly up the hill from camp bearing their rifles and their ropes and a canteen of fresh water, as the three things they might find most use for.

These two settled themselves to watch for horses—their own range horses. When they were relieved they reported nothing save a continued 207