"It is a waterless desert, without a blade of grass, and haunted from end to end by Apaches.

My little cousin would die of thirst and hunger.

She would be hunted and scalped.

O my God! overland!" "Emigrant parties are going all the while," ventured Thurstane, very angry at such extravagant opposition, but merely looking a little stiff.
"Certainly.

You are right, Lieutenant," bowed Coronado.