Then he turned to Sanderson.
"Hell an' damnation! We'll hit Devil's Hole about dusk--if we start now.

What'll we do ?" "Start," said Sanderson.

"If we hang around here for another day they'll trump up another fake charge an' clean us out!" The country through which they were forced to travel during the afternoon was broken and rugged, and the progress of the herd was slow.
However, according to Carter, they made good time considering the drawbacks they encountered, and late afternoon found them within a few miles of the dreaded Devil's Hole.
Carter counseled a halt until morning, and Sanderson yielded.

After a camping ground had been selected Carter and Sanderson rode ahead to inspect Devil's Hole.
The place was well named.

It was a natural basin between some jagged and impassable foothills, running between a gorge at each end.