I hope we can find Mr. Dewey
for her."
"We'll find him if he's in California," answered Jake.
CHAPTER XIV
THE CANON HOTEL.
Late in the afternoon of the third day subsequent a man and a boy
might have been seen riding slowly through a rocky canon probably
eighty miles west from San Francisco. Both were mounted on the small
native horses of California, generally called mustangs. These
animals possess a strength disproportioned to their size, and show
great endurance. At times they have a playful habit of bucking, not
quite agreeable to an inexperienced horseman.
The reader will already have guessed that the two riders are Jake
Bradley and Ben. The mustangs were on a walk, being apparently weary
with the day's tramp.
"Well, Ben," said Bradley, "what do you say to camping out for the
night?"
"I have no objection," said Ben, "and I don't think my horse has."
"He is better off than mine, having less to carry. Are you tired?"
"Not very tired, but my limbs are rather stiff."
"What hotel shall we put up at, Ben?" asked Bradley, with a humorous
glance about him.
"There isn't much choice," said Ben. "The Canon Hotel seems to be
the only one that is open hereabouts.
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