The hills grew less tall and more regular of outline.

Finally they shrank and fell away, giving place again to the long roll of the prairie, across which, and near at hand to the edge of the sand hills, there cut the open and flat bed of a water way, now apparently quite dry.
"We're all right for water now," said Sam.

"See that little pile of rocks, 'bout as high as your head, off to the right down the creek?
That's water there, sure." "Yep," said Curly.

"She's there, sure.

Or you could git it by diggin' anywheres in here in the creek bed, inside of four or five feet at most." Franklin again felt constrained to ask somewhat of the means by which these two felt so confident of their knowledge.