A ride of twenty miles
brought us to Tyson's Wells. These were two in number, sunk at an
intersection of several roads leading to settlements and mines, an
accommodation to trains, flocks, and herds, and a profit to the owner.
I learned from Colonel Tyson that immediately upon his arrival Mr.
Gray had hired a wagon to take water and corn to us. He had bargained
for the driver to go until he met us, but the man being prepaid may
account for his not fulfilling his agreement to the letter.
The rest of the day and night was spent at the Wells, the boys and I
taking our supper at the Desert Hotel, kept by the colonel. At the
table, Henry, in a tone of evident anxiety, asked if we should return
the way we came.
"Yes, if we can find a few kegs in La Paz that will hold water," I
answered.
"But we cannot haul kegs enough in the ambulance to supply the
animals."
"It will not be difficult. We will follow the army custom in such
cases, and I will promise you that there will be no suffering from
thirst when we cross the desert again.
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