The teamster replied that travel was dry, the water-holes were dry, and he was dry.

And his reply gave both concern and amusement.
"One more trip out an' back--thet's all, till it rains," concluded Wilson.
Brackton led him inside, evidently to alleviate part of that dryness.
Water and grass, next to horses, were the stock subject of all riders.
"It's got oncommon hot early," said one.
"Yes, an' them northeast winds--hard this spring," said another.
"No snow on the uplands." "Holley seen a dry spell comin'.

Wal, we can drift along without freighters.

There's grass an' water enough here, even if it doesn't rain." "Sure, but there ain't none across the river." "Never was, in early season.

An' if there was it'd be sheeped off." "Creech'll be fetchin' his hosses across soon, I reckon." "You bet he will.