"How is the river right below us?" asked John.
"It's a bit rough and pretty swift for a spell," replied Zeke.
"Any danger of capsizing?" asked Fred nervously.
"There's always that danger," replied Zeke solemnly. "Nobody knows when
the boat may turn squarely over. If you think you would rather walk across
country we can try it that way," he added, winking solemnly at Fred's
companions as he spoke.
Cautiously the party made their way down the canyon and at last after
several exciting experiences arrived on the shore of the rushing
Colorado.
Zeke's statement that the river here was rough was speedily confirmed. The
tossing waves seemed to be rushing at break-neck speed past the little
point. There was a bend in the channel a half-mile below and a projecting
point there was plainly seen.
"I don't like the look of that," muttered Fred as he first saw the rushing
stream.
"There's something I like still less," said Grant.
"What do you mean?" demanded Fred.
"Why there's only one boat there."
"What!" exclaimed George and Fred together.
"That's right," repeated Grant. "One of the boats is gone."
CHAPTER VI
DIVIDED
For a moment the boys stood and stared blankly at the one boat and at the
place on the shore where the other had been drawn from the water.
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