"I was afraid our horses would get tired going against the wind," said Tom, "but it didn't seem to feaze them."
"You couldn't stop these bronchos with a meat axe," said Jim.
"Hello," I said, "the wind has quit as well as the Indians. Don't it seem quiet though?"
It certainly did. It was surprising how quickly the wind had ceased, just as abruptly as it had started in.
Late in the afternoon we came into closer touch with the desert scenery. We rode over the ridge of a long divide and below us, several miles distant, rose a marvelous outline of red towers and turrets and a great castle mass rising in the midst; also of the prevailing color.
In the background stood a great mesa, with dark green walls, possibly of sandstone or granite.
"Did you ever see anything like that?" said Jim. "If that had been built by men it could not be more like a castle. Every detail is as sharp and distinct as though it had been carved."
"It doesn't look so much like a castle to me," I said, "but it is more like a big cathedral with those two square towers."
"What coloring!" said Tom. "It's perfectly rich. I never imagined a red like that."
"It will be a good place to camp down there," said Jim.