CHAPTER XVIII

"WIN"

Alice opened her eyes to see Endicott bending over her. "It is time to
pull out," said the man tersely.

The girl threw off the blanket and stared into the whirl of opaque
dust. "The storm is still raging," she murmured. "Oh, Winthrop, do
you know that I dreamed it was all over--that we were riding between
high, cool mountains beside a flashing stream. And trout were leaping
in the rapids, and I got off and drank and drank of the clear, cold
water, and, why, do you know, I feel actually refreshed! The horrible
burning thirst has gone. That proves the control mind has over
matter--if we could just concentrate and think hard enough, I don't
believe we would ever need to be thirsty, or hungry, or tired, or cold,
do you?"

The man smiled grimly, and shook his head: "No. If we could think hard
_enough_ to accomplish a thing, why, manifestly that thing would be
accomplished. Great word--enough--the trouble is, when you use it, you
never say anything."

Alice laughed: "You're making fun of me. I don't care, you know what I
mean, anyway. Why, what's the matter with that horse?"