across."

Deeper and deeper they pushed into the bad lands, the huge bulk of
Antelope Butte looming always before them, its outline showing
distinctly in the light of the sinking moon. As far as the eye could
see on every side the moonlight revealed only black lava-rock, deep
black shadows that marked the courses of dry coulees, and enormous
mud-cracks--and Antelope Butte.

As the girl rode beside the cowboy she noticed that the cynical smile
was gone from the clean-cut profile. For miles he did not speak.
Antelope Butte was near, now.

"I am thirsty," she said. A gauntleted hand fumbled for a moment with
the slicker behind the cantle, and extended a flask.

"It's water. I figured someone would get thirsty."

The girl drank from the flask and returned it: "If there are posses out
won't they watch the water-holes? You said there are only a few in the
bad lands."

"Yes, they'll watch the water-holes. That's why we're goin' to camp on
Antelope Butte--right up on top of it."

"But, how will we get water?"

"It's there."

"Have you been up there?" The girl glanced upward. They were already