There's three hundred miles of country straight west, and not so much as a telegraph pole! Mighty few service stations for the machine, too, when you think of it--and rough country to travel over.

If they try to go by automobile, we'll overhaul them, most likely, before they get far.

Also, we can trace 'em easy enough." The sheriff pulled at his stubby mustache and looked the bunch over.
"You know that country ?" he asked, still doubtfully.

"Them Navvies are plumb snaky, lemme tell yuh.

Ain't like the Pueblos--you're taking a risk when yuh ride into the Navvy country.