MESSING AROUND IN MEXICO 



us to do except replenish our supply of gas- 

 oline, change into warmer clothes, and spend 

 the night in a blind search. Nobody had 

 much to say. 



We were ready to set out again when 

 somebody cried: 



"Hark!" 



For some time we could hear nothing; 

 there was not a breath stirring; the desert 

 shore was as mute as the motionless bay. 

 Then we fancied we heard what might be the 

 thump of oarlocks. We yelled in chorus. 

 After a long wait there came back a faint, 

 whispered, "Halloa!" and we relieved our- 

 selves with the profanities that befit an 

 occasion of this sort. 



Elmer and Eddie had run out to the harbor 

 entrance in this timberless country of high 

 headlands distances are amazingly foreshort- 

 ened and had given the cabrilla a bad half 

 hour or so, when, in the midst of the fun, the 

 kicker gave a few despairing coughs, its tongue 

 dropped back, and it died in their arms. They 

 had selected the wrong mountain for a land- 

 mark and had been rowing since mid-after- 

 noon. They didn't mind that so much ; what 

 made them sore was for us to have moved the 



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