Wednesday morning, just at dawn, Dick and Ernest, each driving a team, pulled up before the cook tent where Roger and Qui-tha were finishing breakfast.
"Charley says you're to come up there for supper to-night," called Dick. "Felicia has permission to come down to fetch you at five o'clock."
"All right," returned Roger. "When do you expect to be back, Dick?"
"All depends on luck. Perhaps not before Friday noon."
"Take care of Ernest," called Roger as the two teams started on. "He's flighty!"
"Don't get drowned in that fine well of yours, Rog!" shouted Ernest.
Roger lighted his pipe and helped Qui-tha clean the plates and cups with sand and old newspaper.
"Don't know how we'll do dishes when the newspapers give out, Qui-tha," he said.
"Keep burro. He clean 'em," suggested Qui-tha, with a mischievous grin.
"Wah! Go way! We're not Hualapais like you," retorted Roger.