The Raymer enterprise., 1921-01-20
CHAPTER VI
Trespass.


& This shred Of chance, half humor.
GUS, was deep.set In anger and loss.
Sand was rasp to their bodies, and
the slashed clothing gave scant protec.
ton. Already Imagination, Con was
In need Of rink. The thought Of
brandy was O horror now, and the Idea
Of clear, cool water like knife In the
throat. Andrew March sat down and
studied the bottom OF his foot.
How much do you think" Con in
quired, "in miles7'
"Oh, not so very far. II we only
had one camel"
"Yes-One with milk In her"
Don't talk like thatw said the elder
man, sharply
The subject Of drinkables was thus
dismissed by the veteran, and Con
bowed his head In acknowledgment.
Late in the day the sand.storm pass.
ed, and the air cleared They went up
along the vanes Of sand. fresh drifted,
out OF the gully, to gaze at large upon
their world-a prison as vast us the
horizon circle.
The white race could wander In
here and get lost" said Andrew
March.
Let's not talk about getting lost.
either" said Lexington.
II was the elder mans turn to nod
agreement.
The country was fantastic In forma.
ton and color, reddish hills running
In rows ahead, like the spine OF a
world monster showing through. Al
intervals were cuts, showing the deep,
er layers Of rocky blue and bloOd.color
Not so much as a dead twig anywhere
or 4 bird. The skyline was notched
with tilted rocks. Lexington could
not help wondering how soon he would
wither and dry up. to bleach beside
some colorful boulder
Pain was gripping him. II was
neither grief nor illness, but the cur
rent Of life. deeper than many are
called to feel. He met II silently, with
fortitude that perhaps his mother
and father before him helped TO inte-
crate. Death had small part In this
bitterness. II was matter Of life
'Help me to keep sane" he said to
March.
THAT Ia mutual" said his friend
But you are not In any danger.
watched you long while before
choosing you for this task. You are
not materialist, and only materialists
go insane"
ayes. ! suppose all the others are
horn with touch Of some kind"
$50 I've heard" replied March.
They walked through the sand
Sometimes their feet sank deep and
threw them backward. but perhaps the
next step would find smooth and solid
rock Progress was a rack Of physical
strnin and pltifully slow. The hills
ahead, so hard to reach. were on q
diagonal across their route. II star
tied Lexington to find that this diagonal
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This was simply the effect of the
landscape upon their eyes. The hills
were distinctly misleading. having q
tendency to defect the course tina,
should lie ut an angle over them
without strict attention to their shad
ows, the two pedestrians must Ger
tainly have wandered on Into sandy
oblivion. The perennial hands Of the
ages had wrought cunningly to con
fuse.
.Our path should lead across those
big Jumps TO the southwest" said
March.
They suffered the Illusion Of grow.
ine smaller. since there was nothing
anywhere to renew familiar assocla-
lions and comparisons.
Nieht drew down before they had
made any noticeable progress. They
rested upon he pink sands. and Con
had 4 pillow Of proper shape. restful
70 the eye in it, imitation. although