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They had trudged on for an undetermined distance when Mrs. Bailey demanded a rest. They stopped. Teal said in an aside to Bailey, “Any ideas?”
“No … no, none. Say, do you hear anything?”
Teal listened. “Maybe—unless it’s my imagination.”
“Sounds like an automobile. Say, it is an automobile!”
They came to the highway in less than another hundred yards. The automobile, when it arrived, proved to be an elderly, puffing light truck, driven by a rancher. He crunched to a stop at their hail. “We’re stranded. Can you help us out?”
“Sure. Pile in.”
“Where are you headed?”
“Los Angeles.”
“Los Angeles? Say, where is this place?”
“Well, you’re right in the middle of the Joshua Tree National Forest.”
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