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At sunset the reason for the guide's choice of route disclosed itself. The party came to a group of small springs.
Lennon's throat had been parched for the last two hours. He spurred his jaded pony forward to the mesquite bushes where the Navahos were unsaddling, and slipped off to dip his empty canteen in the largest spring.