If you pass the water-hole,
you'll strike the Miszoo. You can tell that from a long ways off, too,
by the fringe of green that lines the banks. And, as for the rest of
it--I mean, if the storm don't let up, or the horses go down, I couldn't
do any more than you could--it's cashin' in time then anyhow, an' the
long, long sleep, no matter who's runnin' the outfit. An' if it comes to
that, it's better for her to pass her last hours with one of her own kind
than with--me."
Endicott thrust out his hand: "I think any one could be proud to spend
their last hours with one of your kind," he said huskily. "I believe we
will all win through--but, if worse comes to worst---- Good Bye."
"So Long, Win," said the cowboy, grasping the hand. "Wake her up an'
pull out quick. I'll onhobble the horses."
CHAPTER XVIII
"WIN"
Alice opened her eyes to see Endicott bending over her. "It is time to
pull out," said the man tersely.
The girl threw off the blanket and stared into the whirl of opaque
dust. "The storm is still raging," she murmured. "Oh, Winthrop, do
you know that I dreamed it was all over--that we were riding between
high, cool mountains beside a flashing stream. And trout were leaping
in the rapids, and I got off and drank and drank of the clear, cold
water, and, why, do you know, I feel actually refreshed! The horrible
burning thirst has gone.
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