shapedheadanderectwhirringtailwithitsvibrantrattles。
Forfullythirtysecondsthemanandsnakeremainedlookingintoeachother’seyes。Thenthesnakeuncoiledandswiftlywoundfromsightamidstthesagebrush。McTeaguedrewbreathagain，andhiseyesoncemorebeheldtheillimitableleaguesofquiveringsandandalkali。
“GoodLord！Whatacountry！“heexclaimed。Buthisvoicewastremblingasheurgedforwardthemuleoncemore。
Fiercerandfiercergrewtheheatastheafternoonadvanced。
AtfourMcTeaguestoppedagain。Hewasdrippingateverypore，buttherewasnoreliefinperspiration。Theverytouchofhisclothesuponhisbodywasunendurable。Themule’searsweredroopingandhistonguelolledfromhismouth。Thecattletrailsseemedtobedrawingtogethertowardacommonpoint；perhapsawaterholewasnearby。