A large car, driven by strangers in the land, means hunters, prospectors from the outside brought in by some special tale of hidden wealth,--or just plain simpletons who only want to see what lies over the mountain.

There aren't many of the last-named variety up in the Nevada wastes.

Even your nature-loving rovers oddly keep pretty much to the beaten trails of other nature lovers, where gas stations and new tires may be found at regular intervals.

The Painted Desert, the Petrified Forest, the National Old Trails they explore,--but not the high, wind-swept mesas of Nevada's barren land.
A fear that was not altogether strange to him crept over Casey.

It would be just his grinning enemy Ill-luck on his trail again, if that light should prove to be made by men hunting for Injun Jim and his mine.