Chapter 7
INTO THE DESERTIf you want to know what mad adventure Bud found himself
launched upon, just read a few extracts from the diary which Cash
Markham, being a methodical sort of person, kept faithfully from
day to day, until he cut his thumb on a can of tomatoes which he
had been cutting open with his knife. Alter that Bud kept the diary
for him, jotting down the main happenings of the day. When Cash's
thumb healed so that he could hold a pencil with some comfort, Bud
thankfully relinquished the task. He hated to write, anyway, and it
seemed to him that Cash ought to trust his memory a little more
than he did.
I shall skip a good many days, of course—though the diary did
not, I assure you.
First, there was the outfit. When they had outfitted at Needles
for the real trip
