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"Whoa, thar, pards! The world ain't fell over the moon, jist yet! " guffawed Big John at their blank faces. "She's thar, boys, only you've got to dig fer her. This desert's full of them little tricks on the pore tenderfoot."
He got out his camp plate from a saddle bag and started digging. Ruler and the dogs were already shoveling industriously with eager paws, for their noses smelled the water. Sid grabbed out his plate and fell to, while Scotty held back the horses to keep them from burying their hoofs to the fetlocks in the sand and packing it too tight to dig.