He must wait; he must have patience; he must trust to the future; perhaps some precipice would favor him; perhaps the wild Indians.

He offered his cigaritos to Thurstane, and they smoked tranquilly in company.
"What route do you take from here ?" asked the officer.
"Pass Washington, as you call it.

Then the Moqui country.

Then the San Juan." "There is no possible road down the San Juan and the Colorado." "If we find that to be so, we will sweep southward.

I am, in a measure, exploring.