In his right hand was gripped a revolver and in his left a
repeating rifle. In front of him, and prodded on by Bob's pistol,
was the Mexican, Domingo, Jack Jellup's tool and fellow thief.
CHAPTER XVIII
FREE AND AFLOAT AT LAST
This is what had happened.
At the time of the rain storm, two days before, Buck and his
cavalcade were in camp on the bank of the dry Chusco, sixty miles
north of Clarkeville. The experienced scout knew that a water
supply was now assured, and he at once followed prearranged orders
by instructing Bob to return with the smaller wagon. This was a sad
blow to the young reporter, but it was a part of his contract and he
knew that it was his duty to obey. And with necessity before him,
he acted promptly. Emptying the heavy casks, Bob started on the
back trail at five the following morning, and by night had made
thirty miles with the light wagon. All day he wondered if it might
not be possible to reach Clarkeville again before the Cibola sailed.
The next morning, spurred on by the hope that he might do this, he
started at daybreak.
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