H. Bedford-Jones

Summary

H. Bedford-Jones Sun, Sand and Soap (1922)

On trudged the man and the two burros. Mangas was in a new valley, a part of the desert which he had not previously visited, although be had crossed this way on his trip out from civilization. What lay ahead of him he could not tell. There were no doves which often indicate water. He had simply the spoor of the unknown man for hope.
That canon was not so far distant, after all; the westering sunlight had deceived his eyes. Now the stars were beginning to shine more clearly, as Mangas headed into the unknown canon on the trail of the unknown.
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H. Bedford-Jones Sun, Sand and Soap (1922)

Dust devils played here and there, little whirlwinds that sent spirals of sand spinning. One of these passed across the train in front of Mangas; it raised a fog of choking sand, out of which the young prospector stumbled, coughing and choking.
Presently his steps became faster. The burros, too, recognized the spot and tried to shove past the man. He prodded them in the ribs, hurled himself forward, spent his last reserve of energy in a spurt that took him to the jumble of black lava and granite outcroppings. There, in a little niche, was the water hole, but it was dry.
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H. Bedford-Jones Sun, Sand and Soap (1922)

Abandoning his burros Mangas turned and mounted the hillside. He loosened the gun at his hip, his ears alert for the warning of rattlers. No sound came to him, either from the rocks or from the dim outline of the cabin above. Then, as he watched, he saw a small square of light break out in the cabin outline, a window.
Heller was there, then, and had lighted a lamp!
Mangas approached the place cautiously. What he was about to find here he did not know, but he knew Heller. If he was to get a drink from that man he must fight for it.
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