You're sure goin' to get a look at the White Mustang.

But wait.

Don't expect him before noon, an' after thet, any time till he comes.

Mebbe it'll be a couple of days, so keep a good watch." Then taking our man Lawson, with blankets and a knapsack of food, Stewart rode off down the canyon.
We were early on the march.

As we proceeded the canyon lost its regularity and smoothness; it became crooked as a rail fence, narrower, higher, rugged and broken.