"We'd any of us come in on a gun play, but we can't buck the desert.

We'll have to get someone who knows the country." "That's all right--but where ?" queried Johnson.
"There's Pereza," suggested Parker.

"It's the only town down near that country." "Might get someone there," agreed the Senor.
Next day he rode away in search of a guide.

The third evening he was back again, much discouraged.
"The country's no good," he explained.

"The regular inhabitants 're a set of Mexican bums and old soaks.