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Run along home now before the coyotes or Von Minden get you . '' Roger grinned and said good night . He was up with the birds the next morning , prepared to give a long day 's work to cleaning the well and covering it . It was not yet noon when he saw a curious procession moving toward the camp along the Archer 's Springs trail . It appeared to consist of a small string of burros , led by a bright red or pink umbrella . `` I thought somebody said the desert was lonesome , '' said Roger to himself . `` Me -- I run a regular wayside inn . ''