But I guess I can pull acrost, all right." Doubt was in his voice, however, and he was half minded to turn back and take the straight road to Vegas, which had been his first objective.

But he discarded the idea.
"No, sir, Casey Ryan never back-trailed yet.

Poor time to commence, now when I got the world by the tail and a downhill pull.

We'll make out, all right--can't be so terrible boggy with a short rain like that there.

I bet," he continued optimistically to the Ford, which was the nearest he had to human companionship, "I bet we make it in a long lope.