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Hendryx, James B., 1880-1963

"The Texan A Story of the Cattle Country"

That proves the control mind has over
matter--if we could just concentrate and think hard enough, I don't
believe we would ever need to be thirsty, or hungry, or tired, or cold,
do you?"
The man smiled grimly, and shook his head: "No. If we could think hard
_enough_ to accomplish a thing, why, manifestly that thing would be
accomplished. Great word--enough--the trouble is, when you use it, you
never say anything."
Alice laughed: "You're making fun of me. I don't care, you know what I
mean, anyway. Why, what's the matter with that horse?"
"He died--got weaker and weaker, and at last he just rolled over dead.
And that is why we have to hurry and make a try for the water-hole,
before the others play out."
Endicott noticed that the Texan was nowhere in sight. He pressed his
lips firmly: "It's better that way, I guess," he thought.
"But, that's your horse! And where are the others--Tex, and Bat, and
the pack-horse?"
"They pulled out to hunt for the water-hole--each in a different
direction. You and I are to keep together and drift with the wind as
we have been doing."
"And they gave us the best of it," she breathed. Endicott winced, and
the girl noticed. She laid her hand gently upon his arm. "No,
Winthrop, I didn't mean that. There was a time, perhaps, when I might
have thought--but, that was before I knew you.


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