Beth and Patsy put away the bedding and "made up" the interior of the limousine for traveling.

The Major and Uncle John folded the tent and packed it away, while Wampus attended to the dishes and tinware and then looked over his car.

In a surprisingly short time they were all aboard and the big machine was gliding over the faint trail.
The mesa was not a flat or level country, for they were still near to the mountain ranges.

The way was up hill and down, in gentle slopes, and soon after starting they breasted the brow of a hill and were confronted by half a dozen mounted men, who seemed as much astonished at the encounter as they were.
It being an event to meet anyone in this desolate place Wampus involuntarily brought the car to a halt, while the riders lined up beside it and stared rather rudely at the party.

They were dressed as cowboys usually are, with flannel shirts, chapelets and sombrero hats; but their faces were not rugged nor healthy, as is the case with most Western cowboys, but bore marks of dissipation and hard living.
"Remittance men," whispered Wampus.
Uncle John nodded.