I'll go back to th' ranch an' get things primed, so there'll be no time lost when we get th' word." "I'm sorry I went an' said what I did about me takin' th' trail he was a-scared of," confessed Red, after a pause.

"Why, he ain't a-scared of nothin'." "He got back at yu about them watermelons, so what's th' difference ?" Asked Frenchy.

"He don't owe yu nothin'." An hour later they searched the Devil's Rocks, but found no rustlers.
Filling their canteens at a tiny spring and allowing their mounts to drink the remainder of the water, they turned toward Hell Arroyo, which they reached at nightfall.

Here, also, their search availed them nothing and they paused in indecision.

Then Frenchy turned toward his companion and advised him to ride toward the Lake in the night when it was comparatively cool.
Red considered and then decided that the advice was good.