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In a lather of foam the four horses raced in to the deserted Papago village. 'Dobe houses with small blunt chimneys dotted the hillside, but there was not so much as a dog in sight. The well was easy to find -- a cube of palings built around a curbstone to keep wandering burros from falling in. It topped a low knoll and had a primitive windlass lowering a bucket into its depths.
Ten minutes of sweating activity followed, Sid and Scotty scanning the hills anxiously while each horse drank his fill; the two dogs lapped up a hatful from Big John's sombrero; then all the canteens were filled.