"Up with the sun!" was Naab's greeting. His cheerfulness was as
impelling as his splendid virility. Following the wave of his hand
Hare saw the sun, a pale-pink globe through a misty blue, rising
between the golden crags of the eastern wall.
Mescal had a shy "good-morning" for him, and Piute a broad
smile, and familiar "how-do"; the peon slave, who had finished
breakfast and was about to depart, moved his lips in friendly
greeting that had no sound.
"Did you hear the coyotes last night?" inquired August "No!
Well, of all the choruses I ever heard. There must be a thousand on
the bench. Jack, I wish I could spare the time to stay up here with
you and shoot some. You'll have practice with the rifle, but don't
neglect the Colt. Practice particularly the draw I taught you.
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