They were encamped in a wide arroyo, where horses could be seen grazing in black patches of grass between clusters of trees. A second look at the campers told Gale they were Mexicans. At this moment Lash came forward to join Ladd, and the two spend a long, uninterrupted moment studying the arroyo. A hoarse laugh, faint yet distinct, floated up on the cool wind. "Well, Laddy, what're you makin' of that outfit?" inquired Lash, speaking softly. "Same as any of them raider outfits," replied Ladd. "They're across the line for beef. But they'll run off any good stock.英文原著 · 《Desert Gold》
In the soft sand his steps made no sound. The twinkling light vanished occasionally, like a Jack-o'lantern, and when it did show it seemed still a long way off. Gale was not seeking trouble or inviting danger. Water was the thing that drove him. He must see who these campers were, and then decide how to give Blanco Sol a drink. A rabbit rustled out of brush at Gale's feet and thumped away over the sand. The wind pattered among dry, broken stalks of dead ocatilla. Every little sound brought Gale to a listening pause.英文原著 · 《Desert Gold》
"I did," admitted Webb, "up to the time he found out I was tryin' to get my rope over Santa's head. Then he kept me out on the range as far from the ranch-house as he could. When the old man died they commenced to call Santa the 'cattle queen.' I'm boss of the cattle--that's all. She 'tends to all the business; she handles all the money; I can't sell even a beef-steer to a party of campers, myself. Santa's the 'queen'; and I'm Mr. Nobody."英文原著 · 《Heart of the West》
April 4th. - I have been trying in vain to get a passage home. The CAMPERDOWN has not come. In short, I am waiting for a chance vessel, and shall pack up now and be ready to go on board at a day's notice.英文原著 · 《Letters from the Cape》
At last, after no end of 'casus' and 'discrimina rerum', I shall sail on Saturday the 10th, per ship CAMPERDOWN, for East India Docks.英文原著 · 《Letters from the Cape》