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known to men who travel the desert. We made a 

 hasty meal, for Emmons had still a few miles to 

 cover. My road left his not far from this point, so I 

 decided to stay here for a day, enjoying the moun- 

 tain air, pure cool water, and picturesque surround- 

 ings; resting Kaweah also, who was accommodated 

 with a few feeds of hay from Emmons's store. Lunch 

 over we bade one another good-bye and good luck, 

 and I watched the wagon crawl away down the caiion 

 toward the lonely camp somewhere in that gray 

 wilderness, where a score of men (with never a 

 woman) were dragging the deadly gold out of the 

 grasp of the Sphinx. 



