"It's what anybody would take us for.

Evil looks corrupt good intentions." The next day Obed was lucky enough to shoot an antelope, and they had fresh food.

It was a fine fat buck, and they jerked and dried the remainder of the body in the sun, taking a long rest at the same time.
Obed was continually restraining Ned's eagerness to hurry on.
"The race is to the swift if he doesn't break down," he said, "but you've got to guard mighty well against breaking down.

I think we're going to enter a terrible long stretch of dry country, and we want our muscles to be tough and our wind to be good." Obed was partially right in his prediction as they passed for three days through an absolutely sterile region.

It was not sandy, however, but the soil was hard and baked like a stone.