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"Oh, that's neither here nor there," said Hank. "We won't pay fares. We'll walk a bit from this camp and then steal a ride on the trains."

That settled it. One experience more to have, a way of life other than my average to dip into! That was how the proposal appealed to me. Yes; I would be delighted to accompany them. All right. And then in the dusk my coyote, for whom I had been listening, gave his lonely-sounding yet rejoicing wail across the darkening sand-hills.

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We had not gone very far from Penny's Pit, grasshoppers clicking round our feet, and the railway ties cracking in the heat, when Slim, of whom I knew no more than I knew of Hank, divulged inherent laziness.

"What's the matter with having a siesta somewhere in the shade?" he suggested.

Shade! There was no shade to speak of. The whole wide scene was ablaze with light to which we puckered our eyes; but he was sure that if we crossed a bench nearby and went over to the river, twisting away from us there, we could find some nook of waterside trees. So we left the track, crossed the bench and there, sure enough, was a fringe of trees in the river's cleft below us.