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 he 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 inclination on the
part of the atmosphere to be what Andy called miragy. So, the day passed,
chafing their spirits worse than any amount of active trouble would have done.
Pink slept and brooded by turns, still blaming himself for the misfortune. The
others moped, or took their turns on the pinnacle to strain their eyes
unavailingly into the four corners of the earth--or as much as they could in
those directions.
With the going of the sun Applehead and Lite, sitting out their second guard
on the pinnacle, discussed seriously the desperate idea of going in the night
to the nearest Navajo ranch and helping themselves to what horses they could
find about the place.
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