Already in the sunlight the air was Intensely warm. In the shade, however,
it was so cool that Fred declared an overcoat would not be uncomfortable.
"I'm getting in a hurry," he said.
"It won't do you any good if you be," said Zeke solemnly. "You'll have to
take things as they come."
"The trouble is they don't come," laughed Fred. "I want Pete and John
here."
"I guess you'll have to put up with those of us that haven't got lost or
tried to fall over the rocks," growled Zeke, his eyes twinkling as he
spoke. "Here's Thomas Jefferson," he added, "he'll help you pass the
time."
The Navajo had not passed the night near the spot which the boys had
selected. No one was aware whether he had departed to rejoin his friend or
had merely sought another resting place.
"They always show up about breakfast time," growled Zeke under his breath.
Nevertheless the guide at once prepared some food for the Indian who now
had rejoined the party.
"Did you see anything of our friends?" inquired Grant eagerly.
"I saw nothing," replied the Navajo. "I do not expect all people here to
be safe."
"Why not?" demanded George.
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