er."

"That wasn't all I saw," I announced with an air of mystery.

"Dew tell," remarked Jim. "I hope it was cranberries."

"No, an Indian," I replied.

"Where is he?" inquired Jim.

"I didn't bring him in," I said. "I guess he's over there in the brush,
looking at us now."

"Haw, haw!" exclaimed Jim, turning in the direction indicated. "Come in
Lo, and have some turkey," he called.

But the Indian showed no inclination to come forward.

"Why didn't you shoot him?" asked Tom.

"I only had the shot gun," I replied, "and then he may belong to a
friendly tribe."

"That's so," assented Jim. "We don't want to make enemies if we don't
have to."

We slept that night without being disturbed, and the next morning we
were ready to start while dusk was still in the canyon, though it had
been morning for several hours upon the upper and outer earth.

"How do you feel, Jim?" I asked.

"All right," he replied. "I was a bit lame when I got up. You boys were
still sleeping, so I took the gun and went back hunting for turkeys."

"What luck?" I asked.

"Look in the cabin," he replied.

"Three!" I exclaimed, "that's fine. They will last us four or five
days."

"I found all three of them roosting on a limb," Jim said, "two the first
barrel, and the other one the second."

We now made preparations to reembark. It did not take us long to weigh
anchor and with a hearty shove we were headed down stream.

Jim was at the sweep and I had my position in the bow.

"It seems kind of home-like to be aboard again," announced Jim.

"It does that," I replied. "We understand our craft now, and feel sure
she will take us through if we do our share."

This was true. Perhaps we did not have the enthusiasm with which we
started, but we had a confidence in ourselves and in our boat that had
come through dangers and difficulties, encountered and overcome.

I felt a thrill of competence and expectation go through me as I gripped
the familiar handle of my oar and settled myself ready to pull hard when
the time should come.

I did not have to wait long, for now we were going through a continuous
canyon with great walls of red sandstone, two thousand feet in height.
After running a succession of rapids, dodging boulders this way and
that, we saw ahead of us the sharpest canyon curve we had yet met. It
seemed that the canyon itself ended right there and that the water was
piled upon the great red wall opposite.

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