human
I'm lucky so far, he said to himself as he started on the faintly marked trail across the barren foothills,
gpt
Then he remembered that this was Thursday, and that Colonel Whittaker would expect him in Las Plumas that afternoon.
human
He'll send to the ranch to inquire about me when I don't show up to-morrow, Wellesly thought,
gpt
But there is the pass, he thought.
human
I'm headed all right, and this must be the road. It is just another indication of my general stupidity about everything out of doors. I never look at a road, or think about directions, or notice the lay of the land, as long as there is anybody with me upon whom I can depend. I might as well pay no more attention to this trail and strike straight across the desert. If I keep my face toward the pass I'm all right.