CHAPTER V 
CRUISING 
Wuen Horace emerged from his tent in the morn- 
ing his appearance caused something of a sensa- 
tion. The veriest tyro in reconnaissance knows that 
lightness of apparel and accoutrement is the first 
care of the cruiser. Frazer, for example, besides his 
instrument and notebook, wore simply shoes and 
socks, hat, shirt, and overalls. Some of the men car- 
ried a canteen and revolver as well. But Wetherby 
was a picture in khaki riding breeches and knee 
boots, waterproof hat and heavy shooting coat. 
Around his waist was a huge cartridge belt filled 
with ammunition. To this were hung two wicked- 
looking Colt army revolvers and a hunting knife. 
The capacious pockets of his coat bulged with medi- 
cine, bandages, and condensed food. A canteen was 
slung under each arm and a rolled poncho tied across 
his back, though the rainy season was a month away. 
Frazer stared a moment, dumbfounded. Then a 
hopeless look came over his face and he said mildly: 
‘“Aren’t you giving away a trifle too much weight, 
Wetherby?’’ 
“‘Oh, no!’’ Horace assured him. ‘‘In Calorado 
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