Wagh, ef we only hed water!" As if a fresh hope has come suddenly across his mind, he once more raises himself erect to the full stretch of his gigantic stature, and standing thus, gazes eastwardly across the plain.
"Thar's a ridge o' hills out that way," he says.

"I'd jest spied it when you spoke o' giein out.

Whar thar's hills, thar's a likelihood o' streams.

Sposin', Frank, you stay hyar, whiles I make tracks torst them.

They look like they wa'n't mor'n ten miles off anyhow.