"Go on.

You're doing all right so far--don't spoil it by laying down on your job!" "Sure, go on!" Foster urged.

"We'll stop when we get away from this darn burg, and you can rest your legs a little while we eat." Bud went on, straight through the middle of the town without stopping.
They scurried down a long, dismal lane toward a low-lying range of hills pertly wooded with bald patches of barren earth and rock.

Beyond were mountains which Bud guessed was the Tehachapi range.

Beyond them, he believed he would find desert and desertion.