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Actually he knew very little, but what he did know was startling. He had gathered, from Sir Carl's
incoherence over the long-distance telephone, that a man was dead and there was something hair-raising
about it. The telephone connection from Arizona to New York had not been too good, but he didn't
think this had given Carl's voice the ghostly haunted quality that had been in it. Frankly, he had been
increasingly disturbed, because Carl was certainly not a fellow who would be easily put into a state of
mind. Sir Carl, a round, fat gentleman of the old English sort, was what the psychologists would call a
visceratonic, meaning a fat man who loved comfort, overstuffed furniture and good food.

Actually Carl wasn't the type to be an explorer, either, but he was, and so physiological psychology
didn't bracket him exactly as a type. Carl Peterson, he knew, belonged to a group which had organized
years ago and called themselves Wanderers, Inc., for the purpose of conducting exploration work in
different parts of the world. Wanderers, Inc., had never done anything tremendous in a scientific way, but
they plugged along, now and then turning up something worth while in an archaeological or geological
way, and having fun. That was an important thing with most explorers anyway, having fun.

A station wagon came down the highway and stopped fifty yards away.

There was one man in the station wagon, the driver. A very lean, very dark-skinned man who sat quite
still not looking right or left, hardly moving, until suddenly he made a cigarette from papers and tobacco
and lighted it. He made the smoke with astonishing speed. Then he looked up.

An Indian. An American Indian, as dark as an old walnut plank and with a great hook of a nose.

тАЬHow,тАЭ he said. тАЬYou want lift?тАЭ

The Indian said this without looking around.

тАЬNo, thanks,тАЭ he told the Indian, and remained seated on the suitcase.

The Indian considered this.

тАЬHeap hot,тАЭ the Indian said.

тАЬHeap,тАЭ he agreed.



тАЬHard road.тАЭ

тАЬHard.тАЭ
тАЬLong road.тАЭ

тАЬMaybe.тАЭ

The Indian considered some more, then asked, тАЬYou crazy white man?тАЭ

тАЬCould be.тАЭ

тАЬSure,тАЭ the Indian agreed. тАЬOnly crazy man walk long, hard hot road.тАЭ