"Just as soon as Old Blacky finds that there is no water
along the road he will insist on having about a barrel a day,"
said Jack. "And if he can't get it he will balk, and kick the
dash-board into kindling-wood."
A little before sunrise we started. It was agreed, owing to
the increase in the load and the deep sand, that no one, not even
Snoozer, should be allowed to ride in the wagon. If Ollie got
tired he was to ride the pony. So we started off, walking beside
the wagon, with the pony lust behind, as usual, dangling her
stirrups, and the abused Snoozer, looking very much hurt at the
insult put upon him, following behind her.
For three or four miles the road was much like that to which
we had been accustomed. Then it gradually began to grow sandier.
We were following an old trail which ran near the railroad,
sometimes on one side and sometimes on the other; and this was
the case all the way through the hills. The railroad was new,
having been built only a year or two before. There was a station
on it every fifteen or twenty miles, with a side-track, and a
water-tank for the engines, but not much else.
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