Drawing a match, Pete held it high as he neared the stricken bulk outstretched before them. The next minute he gave an astonished cry: "A camel!" "A what!" gasped the entire group in unison. "Jes' what I said, a backterian camel," reiterated Pete, striking another match. They could all see then that he spoke the truth, astounding as it seemed.
"Going eight days without a drink," suggested Ralph in an undertone; but none of the party was in a mood for humor just then. It was Pete who solved the mystery. "I've got it," he exclaimed, "and I'm a plum-busted idjut not to have thought uv it afore; I've hearn about 'em often enough. This here backterian camel must be one of that bunch of Circus Jesse's." "Circus Jesse!
I'd clean fergotten all about 'em, till I made this one inter cold backterian meat." "I suppose they found food and water here and regarded the Mesa as their own property," declared Jack. "That's about it. This is a place that's seldom visited, and I guess they just figgered out that they'd found a happy home."