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PHIL TREMONT, driving out from Phoenix in a high, red-wheeled cart, / paused at the cross-roads, uncertain whether to turn there or keep on to / the next section-line. According to part of the directions given him, / this was the turning-place. Still, he had not yet come in sight of / Camelback Mountain, which was to serve as a guide-post. Not a house was / near at which he might inquire, and not a living thing in sight except a / jack-rabbit, which started up from the roadside, and bounded away at his / approach.
Then he caught sight of the little whirl of dust surrounding Mary in her / terrified flight, and touched his horse with the whip. In a moment he / was alongside of the breathless, bareheaded child.