"Why will you be so foolish---so nervous?
In other words, why do you destroy your five senses with cigarettes in this fashion ?" Cl-cl-click! Alf Drew halted, trembling so that he could hardly stand.
"I'm going to quit camp---going to get out of this place," he shivered.

"The ground is full of rattlers.

O-o-o-oh! There's another tuning up." Tom laughed covertly.

The disturbing sound came again.
"I never saw a place like this part of the range," Alf all but sobbed, his breath catching.

"Oh, won't I be glad to see a city again!" "Just so you can find a store where you can buy cigarettes ?" Tom Reade queried.
"I wish I had one, now," moaned the young victim.