ButLinneveransweredanymore。Hemerelycametothesoda-waterfountainwiththewhiskey。Thepassingofdaysbroughtachokedseasonoffinesandandhardblazingsky。Heatroseupfromthegroundandhungheavilyovermanandbeast。Manyinsectssatoutinthesunrattlingwithjoy；thelittletearingrivergrewclearfromtheswollenmud，andshranktoasuccessionofstandingpools；andthefat，squattingcactusbloomedeverywhereintobutter-coloredflowersbigastulipsinthesand。TherewereartesianwellsinMesa，andthewaterdidnottasteverygood；butifyoudrankfromthestandingpoolswheretheriverhadbeen，yourepairedtothedrug-storealmostimmediately。Atroopofwanderingplayerscamedottingalongtherailroad，and，reachingMesa，playedabrass-bandupanddownthestreet，andannouncedthepowerfuldramaof“EastLynne。“ThenMr。McLeanthoughtoftheLynnmarshesthatliebetweenthereandChelsea，andoftheseathatmustlooksocool。HeforgotthemwhilefollowingthepainfulfortunesoftheLadyIsabel；but，goingtobedinthebackpartofthedrug-store，herememberedhowheusedtobeateverybodyswimminginthesaltwater。
“I’mgoin’，“hesaid。Thenhegotup，and，strikingthelight，heinspectedhisbankaccount。“I’msuregoin’，“herepeated，blowingthelightout，“andIcanbuythefattedcalfmyself，youbet!“forhehadoftenthoughtofthebishop’sstory。“Youbet!“heremarkedoncemoreinamuffledvoice，andwasasleepinaminute。Theapothecarywassorrytohavehimgo，andHoneywasdeeplygrieved。
“I’dpulloutwithyer，“hesaid，“onlyIcandobusinessroundYumaandwestwardwiththepinto。“
ForthreefarewelldaysLinandHoneyrovedtogetherinallsortsofplaces，wheretheywerewelcome，andoncemoreLinrodeahorseandwasinhisnativeelement。ThenhetravelledtoDeming，andsothroughDenvertoOmaha，wherehewastoldthathistrunkhadbeensoldforsomemonths。
Besidesasuitofclothesfortownwear，ithadcontainedabuffalocoatforhisbrother——somethingscarcetoseeinthesedays。