Never before had he been compelled to measure so exactly his breadth and thickness.

It was drawing matters down rather fine when he was compelled to back down to where he had elbow room, and remove his coat before he could squeeze his body through that crack.

But he did it, with his six-shooter inside his shirt and the extra ammunition weighting his trousers pockets.
In spite of his long experience with desert scenery, Casey was somewhat astonished to find himself in a new land, fairly level and with thick groves of pinon cedar and juniper trees scattered here and there.

Far away stood other barren hills with deep canyons between.

He knew now that the black-capped butte was less a butte than the uptilted nose of a high plateau not half so barren as the lower country.