"Yes, I've been looking at it—a golden fog."
The guide smiled grimly.
"I wouldn't call it exactly golden. I should call it fiery," said the guide.
"Has it any particular meaning?"
"May mean most anything. Means storm of some kind—perhaps rain, and maybe wind. If it passes, we'll drop out of here and make camp on the desert to-night."
"That will be fine," said Tad. "We are all crazy for the desert. Since we started out on our trips, last spring, we have experienced almost everything that could happen to us on mountain and plain——"
"But not including the desert?"
"No."
"You'll find it different; very different."
"I suppose you know every foot of it—in fact its every mood, do you not?" questioned Tad.