Saving the canoe that they had seen, the events of the night were pretty well forgotten when a fresh start was made, for all were anxious to explore the great cañon and make a wider acquaintance with the beauties that opened out as they trusted themselves once more to the gliding waters which bore them gently on, so slowly now that the powers of the flood-tide were evidently failing gradually.
“We shall have the current against us before long,” said the captain decisively.
“I’ve been thinking so too,” said the first mate; “see how calm the water’s getting. It will be wrong then, for the wind is dead against us, what there is of it.”
“You’d like to go right on up here, gentlemen, I suppose?”
“Certainly,” said Sir Humphrey decisively, “till we are obliged to turn back. The scenery here is grand. Don’t you think so, Mr Briscoe?”
“Beats grand,” was the reply; “but, my word, if gold wasn’t a dangerous word to name in these boats, I should like to land with a hammer and prospect a bit up among these rocks on either side. If they’re not full of rich ore I don’t know paying stuff when I see it.”
“Let it rest,” said Brace, in a half-whisper. “Don’t let the men hear you talking about gold again. You remember what occurred before.”
“Right. I won’t mention the word; but if the Indians who live in these parts haven’t found out and made use of the metal here, the same as the Mexicans and Peruvians did, they must be a queer sort of people. Shouldn’t wonder if we see some more of them to-day.”
“Neither should I,” said Brace, grasping his piece. “Look: that must be the canoe we saw yesterday evening. What are they doing?”
“Fishing,” said the captain quickly. “Now then, gentlemen, let’s be ready for emergencies, but make no sign, and maybe they’ll be friendly instead of showing fight.”