We faced Tippipah Range twelve miles away,--and to-night the fire on its slope.
"Lightning struck a yucca over there and burned it, probably," I hazarded, seeking the spot through the glasses.
"Yeah--only there ain't no yuccas on that slope.

That's a limestone ledge formation an' there ain't enough soil to cover up a t'rantler.

And the storm's over back of the Tippipahs anyhow.

It ain't on 'em." "It's burning up again--" "Hit another yucca, mebby!" "It looks--" I adjusted the lenses carefully "-- like a fire, all right.
There's a reddish cast.

I can't see any flames, exactly, but--" I suppose I gave a gasp, for Casey laughed outright.
"No, I guess yuh can't.