We're less than half a mile from the house.
Wait, now, and let me think.

I've got to figure this out a while." "It's off there," said Sam, pointing across the _coulee_; "but we can't get there." "Yes, we can, old man; yes, we can!" insisted Franklin.

"I'll tell you.

Let me think.

Good God! why can't I think?
Yes--see here, you go down the bottom of this gully to the mouth of the _coulee_, and then we turn to the left--no, it's to the right--and you bear up along the side of the draw till you get to the ridge, and then the house is right in front of you.