"
"She's the most beautiful woman I ever saw," said Agnew, dreamily.
"Lawdy!" groaned Jonas, suddenly, "if I only had something to fish
with! When we make camp to-night, I'm a-going to try to rig up some
kind of a line."
"I'm glad the tobacco supply was in the Ida." Enoch rose with a yawn
and knocked the ashes from his pipe. "Well, boys, shall we move?"
Again they embarked. The river behaved in a most friendly manner until
afternoon, when she offered by way of variety a series of sand bars,
across which they were obliged to drag the Ida by main strength. These
continued at intervals for several miles. In the midst of them, the
rain that had been threatening all day began to fall while the wind
that never left the Canyon, rose to drive the icy waters more
vehemently through their sodden clothing. Milton, snugly covered with
blankets, begged them feverishly to go into camp. "I'll have you all
sick, to-night!" he insisted. "You can't take the risk of pneumonia on
starvation rations that you did on plenty of grub."
"I'm willing," said Agnew, finally, as he staggered to his feet after a
ducking under the Ida's side.
"Oh, let's keep going, as long as there's any light to see by," begged
Enoch.
As if to reward his persistence, just as dusk settled fully upon them,
a little canyon opened from the main wall at the right, a small stream,
tumbling eagerly from it into the Colorado.
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