Carry all th' water yu can pack when yu leaves th' Double Arrow an' don't depend none on cactus juice.
Yu better take a pack horse to carry it, an' yore grub--yu can shoot it if yu have to hit th' trail real hard." The three riders felt of their accouterments, said "So long," and cantered off for the pack horse and extra ammunition.

Then they rode toward the Double Arrow, stopping at Cowan's long enough to spend some money, and reached the Double Arrow at nightfall.

Early the next morning they passed the last line-house and, with the profane well-wishes of its occupants ringing in their ears, passed onto one of Nature's worst blunders--the Staked Plain..