He was not inexperienced in hard riding of old; and in his home on the northern tip of Manhattan, where the Subway goes on stilts and the Elevated runs underground, he had allowed himself the luxury of a saddle horse and ridden no little, in a mild fashion.

But he was in no way hardened to such riding as this.
Mr.Peter Johnson was gifted with prescience beyond the common run; but for this case, which would have been the first thought for most men, his foresight had failed.

During the long six-hour nooning Boland suffered with intermittent cramps in his legs, wakeful while the others slept.

He made no complaint; but, though he kept his trouble from words, he could not hold his face straight.

When they started on at four o'clock, Pete turned aside for the little spring in Coyote Pass, instead of keeping to the more direct but rougher trail to the Fresnal, over the Baboquivari, as first planned.