They say that gamblers and all sorts of "toughs" follow a new
road. After breakfast this morning we started for a walk to give Hal a
little run, but when we got to the office the hotel proprietor told us
that the dog must be led, otherwise he would undoubtedly be stolen
right before our eyes. Faye said: "No one would dare do such a thing;
I would have him arrested." But the man said there was no one here who
would make the arrest, as there certainly would be two or more
revolvers to argue with first, and in any case the dog would be lost
to us, for if the thief saw that he could not hold him the dog would
undoubtedly be shot. Just imagine such a thing! So Hal was led by his
chain, but he looked so abused and miserable, and I was so frightened
and nervous, our outing was short, and here we are shut up in our
little room.
We can see the car track from the window, and I wonder how it will
seem to go over in a car, the country that we came across in wagons
only one year ago. From Granada we will go to the post in an
ambulance, a distance of forty or more miles. But a ride of fifty
miles over these plains has no terrors for me now. The horses,
furniture, and other things went on in a box car this morning. It is
very annoying to be detained here so long, and I am a little worried
about that girl. The telegram says she was too sick to start
yesterday.
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