The next morning you couldn't see hide nor hair of them.
"It's a fooler for distance, too," he went on, "it's more than a mile to that little spot of rock, that projectin' up, over there.

College professors have been here, lookin' at it, an' they say the thing is fed from underground rivers, or springs, or somethin' that they can't even guess.
"One of them was tellin' Boss Edwards, over on the Cimarron, that that rock point that you see projectin' up was the peak of a mountain, an' that this narrow trail we're on is the back of a ridge that used to stick up high an' mighty above a lot of other things.
"I can't make it out, an' I don't try; it's here, an' that's all there is to it.

An' I ain't hangin' around it any longer than I have to." "A stampede--" began Sanderson.
"Gentlemen, shut up!" interrupted Carter.

"If any cattle ever come through here, stampedin', that herd wouldn't have enough left of it to supply a road runner's breakfast!" They returned to the camp, silent and anxious..