OH, SHOOT! 



upon us at losing our friend, for not only did 

 his absence promise to increase the per-capita 

 risk for the rest of us, if risk there should prove 

 to be, but in his outfit there were several 

 boxes of the largest, most expensive cigars we 

 had ever beheld at close range. To be de- 

 prived of both him and them caused us honest 

 grief. However, we made the best of an un- 

 fortunate business, bade Louis a heartfelt 

 farewell in which the apprehensive quavers of 

 our voices matched the regretful tremor in his, 

 and that night we frisked his baggage for those 

 Havanas. 



Mr. Bass is proud of his little trail, and 

 during the long, arduous descent thereof he 

 referred fondly to it more than once. He 

 told us how an Indian had shown it to him, 

 and although I listened courteously, it was 

 my private belief that said Indian might have 

 found better use for his time. I pretended to 

 echo Mr. Bass's words of praise, but in reality 

 my heart was black and my tongue was forked, 

 this being a quaint Supai figure of speech 

 meaning that I was stalling. In reality, I con- 

 sidered it the worst thing in the shape of a 

 road, route, right of way, or public easement 

 which I had ever clung to. In the first place, 



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