Will you tackle it ?" "What's the proposition ?" "Come and see the old man.

He'll put it to you." They mounted their horses and rode the rest of the day.

The desert compassed them about, marvellously changing shape and colour, and every character, with all the noiselessness of phantasmagoria.

At evening the desert stars shone steady and unwinking, like the flames of candles.

By moonrise they came to the home ranch.
The buildings and corrals lay dark and silent against the moonlight that made of the plain a sea of mist.