“I hope so,” exclaimed Ned with a shiver. “I don’t much care for snakes.”
“Well, we won’t have much to do until we get to the canyon,” declared Jerry. “We can take it easy, and get in trim for the hard work ahead of us. I think we won’t make any night journeys. We’ll just land and rest. We’re in no special rush——”
“Unless Noddy Nixon takes a notion to make another trial, Jerry,” suggested Ned.
“Oh, I don’t believe he will. He’s practically stranded. How’s he going to get an airship, and land on the island?”
“He might go by boat,” suggested Bob.
“That’s out of the question. No boat could live in the rapids. That’s how Mr. Bentwell came to be wrecked—he and his friends tried a boat.”
“Then you don’t fear Noddy?”
“Not much.”
The trip that day was without incident, and at night they came to earth in a quiet spot where they remained until morning. They made an early start, and thoroughly enjoyed the fine, dry, crisp air through which they sailed. They passed from Colorado into Utah, and the next night they were within easy traveling distance of the Colorado River.