"And a little red rocking chair," added Ned.
"With a dish of ice cream," laughed Tad.
"I guess you will have to be satisfied with a cup of alkali water," interjected the Professor, dryly.
"You will find the air much cooler, shortly," the guide advised them. "The sun is going down now and I think we had better make camp, if the Professor has no objections."
"Not in the least. In fact, I am quite ready to call it a day's work."
"Where do we camp, Mr. Parry?" asked Tad.
"Right here. It is as good a place as any that we shall find. There is little choice out here."
They were now in a broad valley, the rolling hills covered with a sparse growth of sage brush rising gradually on each side.
The boys threw themselves from their ponies gladly, stripping the saddles from the animals' backs.
"Better stake the animals down, for the first two or three nights, so they won't take French leave," advised the guide.