An' folks which scheme an' plot, tryin' to get things that belong to other folks, would have it too easy.

There's got to be folks that wander around, nosin' into places that they shouldn't.

Eh, Streak ?" Streak did not answer, and Sanderson rode on, smiling gravely.
He made a dry camp that night in a sea of mesquite at the edge of a sand plain, although, he knew he could not now be far from the Double A range.

And in the early light of the morning he found his judgment vindicated, for stretching before him, still in a northeasterly direction, he saw a great, green-brown level sweeping away from his feet and melting into some rimming mountains--a vast, natural basin of gigantic proportions.
Sanderson was almost at the end of his journey, it was early morning, and he was in no hurry.

He leisurely prepared his breakfast, sitting on a flat rock as he ate, and scanning the basin.
Mere bigness had never impressed Sanderson; the West had shown him greater vistas than this mammoth basin.