Adios--and here's hopin' you like it better than what I done." Johnny told him good-bye and straightway forgot him.

Once he had his two horses "lined out" in their shuffling little trail-trot that was their natural gait, he picked up his dream where he had been interrupted.

Where his body went mattered little to Johnny Jewel, so long as he was left alone with his thoughts.

So presently his eyes were once more staring vacantly at the dim trail, while in spirit he was soaring high and swooping downward with the ease of a desert lark, while thousands thrilled to watch his flight.
What did he care about Sinkhole Camp?
Loneliness meant long, uninterrupted hours in which to ride and read and dream of the great things he meant some day to do..