If they could ride across this barren stretch, said Luck to Applehead, he and his bunch could certainly follow them.
"Well, this is kinda takin' chances," Applehead observed soberly, "unless Ramon, he knows whar's the water-holes.

If he does hit water regular, I calc'late we kin purty nigh foller his lead.

They's things I don't like about the way this here trail is leading out this way, now I'm tellin' yuh! Way we're goin', we'll be in the Seven Lakes country 'fore we know it.

Looks to me like them greasers must stand in purty well with the Navvies--'n' if they do, it'll be dang hard pullin' to git 'em away 'n! outa here.

'N' if they don't stand in, they'd oughta bore more west than what they're doin'.