"I've had it too long.

I'll take it with me." "Well, that's the craziest idea I ever heard of," remarked Cribbens, "to take a canary along prospecting.

Why not kid gloves, and be done with it ?" They travelled leisurely to the southeast during the day, following a well-beaten cattle road, and that evening camped on a spur of some hills at the head of the Panamint Valley where there was a spring.

The next day they crossed the Panamint itself.
"That's a smart looking valley," observed the dentist.
"NOW you're talking straight talk," returned Cribbens, sucking his mustache.

The valley was beautiful, wide, level, and very green.
Everywhere were herds of cattle, scarcely less wild than deer.