I'm going to beat it to 'Querque and see if that stuff's there.

We'll try developing the rest this evening, after I get back.

Darn such luck!" The five thousand feet of negative had not arrived, but there was a letter from the company saying that they had shipped it.

Luck, bone-tired and cold from his fifteen-mile drive across the unsheltered mesa, turned away from the express office, debating whether to wait for the film or go back to the ranch.

It would be a pretty cold drive back, in the edge of the evening and facing that raw wind; he decided that he would save time by waiting here in town, since he could not go on with his picture without more negative.