“Come on,” broke in Roy, “let’s see what we can find. Here, what’s this?”
He pointed to a letter like a capital “O” with a little ridge in the bottom. It was easily found.
“‘K,’” answered Mr. Cook. “Put it down.”
Chuckling and enthusiastic, the boy ran to Mr. Cook’s desk for a piece of paper. With this before them, the boy and his hardly less interested elder, began to work out the mystery. Both the flyleaf characters and Mr. Weston’s scrap were dim with age, but, by finally applying a reading glass to the Bible key, the first line of characters was turned into this—two of the Mormon letters standing in English for sounds instead of letters:
“KAIPUROWITTS”
“That’s easy,” announced Mr. Cook, when the interpretation was complete. “Should have been ‘Kaiparowits’. But it’s close enough. There’s a peak o’ that name at the north end of the Kaiparowits Plateau.”
“Where’s that?” exclaimed Roy.
“The plateau’s northwest of where the San Juan hits the Colorado.”
“That’s it,” almost shouted the excited boy. “That’s where Weston got out of the canyon.”