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Half a mile farther on we discovered him in a thicket a little way off the trail, explained our wants, marched him back to his house, and at length obtained a little sour bread, sour milk, and old salmon, our only lonely meal between the Lake and Telegraph Creek. We arrived at Telegraph Creek, the end of my two-hundred-mile walk, about noon.
"Ask them to include me, then." "What do you need of events, you regimental broncho-buster?" "One gets sick of even the best horseflesh in time," he answered nonchalantly. "Sorry, for you are doomed to more of it." "Another herd of bronchos?" Weldon's voice showed that the idea displeased him. "No; but a two-hundred-mile trek across country." "Good.
After a while his horse shied, and he dropped the turtle on the ground with a dull thud. "Aren't you going to pick him up again?" cried Carew. "No more," replied Frying Pan, carelessly. Then he grinned, and volunteered a remark. "Make that feller plenty tired walk home again," he said. And this was his only conversation during a two-hundred-mile journey.
"You're smart, all right," conceded McCarthy. After a moment the wireless operator came in. "Simmons," said McCarthy, "answer this man's questions." "They will be in regard to these messages," said Darrow. "Where are they from?" "Somewhere in the one-hundred to two-hundred-mile circles, depending on the power of the sending instrument," replied the operator promptly. "Are you sure?"
"Next day I left that station at last, with a caravan of sixty men, for a two-hundred-mile tramp. "No use telling you much about that. Paths, paths, everywhere; a stamped-in network of paths spreading over the empty land, through long grass, through burnt grass, through thickets, down and up chilly ravines, up and down stony hills ablaze with heat; and a solitude, a solitude, nobody, not a hut.
The shoes were pointed, as were the remarks made by the irate parent, and generally the shoes and remarks accompanied each other when a young tradesman sought the hand of the daughter, whilst she had looked forward to a two-hundred-mile ride on the crupper of a knight-errant without stopping for feed or water.
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