"I'm going to get under the shadow of that big rock yonder and then I'm
going to cook some dinner."
"But it isn't more than eleven o'clock," protested Fred.
"I don't care what time it is. I'm going to cook the dinner if it's
seventeen o'clock to-morrow mornin'."
"And after dinner what?" asked Grant.
"What I told you," said Zeke. "I'm going to leave you boys here on the
lookout while I go down over the rim."
"What are you going for?" asked Fred.
"Two things," replied Zeke. "I'm going to look first for those two pesky
Navajos and then I'm going to have an eye on that ledge that Simon
Moultrie referred to in his diary."
"If you have one eye in one direction and the other in another, Zeke,"
laughed Fred, "you'll be getting cross-eyed the first thing you know."
Fred's laugh relieved the tension somewhat and when dinner had been
prepared by the guides the spirits of all had risen once more.
"I'm suggesting," said Grant before the boys arose from their seats, "that
we form five big circles here, about twenty-five feet apart. We'll have a
common center and then from there we will start out, every one covering
the part that has been given him.
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