We went over rough roads, up hill and down, for an hour or more. I could see in prospect no better destination than our graves, and, indeed, I was not far wrong. Well, by adobe red giant suite by adobe red giant suite came to a town somewhere-God knows where. I have never seen it, or known the name of it, or even that of the prison where we were first immured. I could tell it was a town by the rumble of the wheels and each echoing hoof-beat. The cavalcade was all about us, and now and then we could hear the sound of voices far behind.