Then he
turned and regarded them with his keen hard eyes.
"Well!" he exclaimed, "I never calkilated to see you alive agin, and
that's a fact. Hed some more adventures, I presume. Look as if ye'd hed
more adventures than grub."
"Indeed we have, Don Jim," said Roldan, solemnly. "Should you like to
hear them?"
"Should I? Well, I guess. You and your adventures have kinder made me
feel young once more."
Roldan told the painful story.
"Holy smoke!" exclaimed Hill, in conclusion, "you are tough! And two
mirages in the bargain. I was lost on Mojave once, and to my mind the
mirages was the wust part of the hull game."
"What do you mean?" asked Roldan. "What are mirages?"
"Mirages, Rolly, are what ought to be and ain't, what you want and can't
git, and they bear a hell-fired resemblance to life. I see you don't
quite understand. Well, that there beautiful city and that there
beautiful lake was what we call mirage for want of better name!" And he
explained to them the meaning of the phenomenon, as far as he understood
it.
"We have certainly learned a good deal since we left home," said Roldan,
thoughtfully.
"There's room for more.
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