O-o-o-oh! There's
another tuning up."
Tom laughed covertly. The disturbing sound came again.
"I never saw a place like this part of the range," Alf all but
sobbed, his breath catching. "Oh, won't I be glad to see a city
again!"
"Just so you can find a store where you can buy cigarettes?" Tom
Reade queried.
"I wish I had one, now," moaned the young victim. "It would steady
me."
"The last ones that you smoked didn't appear to steady you," the
young engineer retorted. "Just see how unstrung you are. Every
step you take you imagine you hear rattlers sounding their warning."
"Do you tell me, on your sacred honor," proposed Alf, "that you
haven't heard a single rattler this afternoon?"
"I give you my most solemn word that I haven't," Tom answered.
"Come, come, Alf! What you want to do is to shake off the trembles.
Let me take your arm. Now, walk briskly with me. Inflate your
chest with all the air you can get in as we go along. Just wait
and see if that isn't the way to shake off these horrid cigarette
dreams.
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