Enoch laughed. "If I hadn't known
you were a good sport, Jonas, I'd never have let you come with us.
Keep your charm, old man. I don't expect ever to gather together
enough strength to get into the boat again!"
"Nobody's going to try to get in to-night," said Milton, without
lifting his head from the rocks on which he lay. "We camp right here.
It's four o'clock anyhow."
"Then I've something still left to be thankful for!" Enoch closed his
eyes with a deep sigh of relief.
When he next opened them it was dusk. Above him, on the narrow canyon
top, gleamed the wonder of the desert stars. There was a glow of
firelight on the rocks about him. Enoch sat up. It was an
inhospitable spot for a camp. The roar of the falls was harsh and
menacing. The canyon walls shot two thousand feet into the air on
either side of the sliding waters. Enoch was suddenly oppressed by a
vague sense of suffocation. He realized, fully, for the first time
that the menace of the Canyon was very real; that should a sudden rise
of the waters come at this point, there was no climbing out, no going
back; that should the boats be lost---- He shook himself, rose stiffly
and joined the group around the fire.
"Ship ahoy, Judge!" cried Harden.
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