"Sorry, Judge. It's that infernal vertigo again!"
"What's the cause of it?" asked Enoch. "Might be rather serious, might
it not, on a trip such as yours?"
"I think the water we have to drink must be affecting my kidneys,"
replied Milton. "I never had anything of the sort before this trip,
but I've been troubled this way a dozen times lately. It only lasts
for a minute."
"But in that minute," Enoch's voice was grave, "you might fall down a
mountain or out of the boat."
"Oh, I don't get it that bad! And anyhow, I haven't gone off alone
since these things began. When we get to El Tovar I'll try to locate a
doctor."
Enoch looked admiringly at the grim young freckled face beneath the
faded hat. "I see I shall have to appoint myself bodyguard," he said.
"I'd suggest Jonas, only he's deserted me for the Na-che, and I doubt
if you could win him from her."
Milton laughed. "Nothing on earth can equal the joy of puddling about
in boats, to the right kind of a chap, as the _Wind in the Willows_ has
it. And Jonas certainly is the right kind of a chap!"
"Jonas is a man, every inch of him," agreed Enoch. "Shall we try the
descent now, Milton?"
"I'm ready," replied the young man, and the slow and arduous task was
begun.
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