, 1922-11-29
lllI-c Continued.

HOW long ne dDSenIeQ nlmSelI OF
what he did he had no idea. When
he returned Warren was sitting before
the campfire, and once more he ap-
peared composed. He spoke, and his
voice had a deeper note; but other
wise he seemed as usual.
They packed the burros and faced
the north together.
Cameron experienced a singular ex-
altation. He had lightened his COM
rade's burden. Wonderfully it came
to him that he had also lightened his
own. From that hour 1t was not tor
ment to think of Nell.
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There amt a morning when the
sun shone angry and red through a
dull, smoky haze.
Were In for sandstorms,' said
Cameron.
They had scarcay covered a mile
when a desert-wsie, moaning, yellow
wall Of flying sand swooped down
upon them. Seeking shelter In the lee
of a rock, they covered their heads
and patiently waited. The long hours
dragged, and the storm increased in
fury. Cameron and Warren wet
scarfs with water frsm thsif canteens.
and bound them rJdnu their faces,
and then covered their heads. The
steady. hollow below of flying sand
went on. 1t flew so thickly that enough
sifted down under the shelving rock to
weight the blankets ana almost bury
the men They were frequently com
PEELED to shake off the sand to keep
from being borne to the ground. And
1t was necessary to keep digging out
the packs. They lost the count of time.
They dared not sleep, for that would
have meant being buried alive.
The storm finally blew itself out. 1t
left the pr%ospectors heavy and stupid
for want Of sleep. Their burros had
wandered away. or had been buried
In the sand. Far as eye could reach
the desert had marvelously changed;
1t was now a ripping sea Of sand
dunes. Away to the north rose the
peak that vas their only guiding
mark. They headed toward 1t, carry
Ing a shovel and part of their packs.
At noon the peak vanished In the
shimmering glare of the desert. The
prospectors pushed on, guided by the
sun. In every wash they tried for
water. With the forked peach branch
In his hands Warren always succeed
ed in locating water. They dug, but
1t lay too deep. At length, spent and
sore. they fell and slept through that
night and part of the next day. Then
they succeeded in getting water, and
quenched their thirst, and filled the
canteens. and cooked a meal.
The burning day found them In an
in~terminably wide plain, where there
was no shelter from the fierce sun.
Mountain peaks doomed on all sides,
some near, others distant; and one,
a blue spur, splitting the glaring sky
far to the north, Cameron thought he
recognized as a landmark. The ascent
toward 1t was heartbreaking, not in
steepness, but in Its league-and-league-
long monotonous rise. Cameron knew
there was only n hope-to make the
water hold out n never stop to rest,
Warren began to weaken. Often he
had to halt.
Cameron measured the water In his
canteen - its weight. Evaporation
by heat consumed as much as he
drank. During one of the rests, when
he had wetted his parched mouth and
throat, he found opportunity to pour
a little water from his canteen into
Warren's.
At first Cameron had curbed his
restless activity to accommodate the
pace of his elder comrade. But now
he felt that he was losing something
of his instructive and passionate zeal
to get out of the desert. The thought
Of water came to occupy his mind. He
began to imagine hat his last little
store Of water did not appreciably di.
minish, He knew he was not quite
right in his mind regarding water
nevertheless, he felt this to be more
Of fact than fancy, and he began to
ponder.
When next they rested he pretended
20 be In a kind of stupor; but he coy
ertly watched Warren. The man ap-
peared far gone, yet he had cunning.
He cautiously took up Cameron's can.
teen and poured water into 1t from
his own.
This troubled Cameron. He reflect
ed. and concluded that he had been
unwise not to expect this very thing.
Then, as his comrade dropped into
weary rest, he lifted both ~canteens.
If there were any water In Warren's,
1t was only very little. Both men had
been enduring the terrible desert
thirst, %concealing 1t, each giving his
water TO the other, and the sacrifice
had been useless.
Instead of ministerins to the
parched throats Of one or both, the
water had e~vaporated. When Cam
eron made sure of this, he took one
more drink. the last. and poured the