"'Watch'?" repeated Grant. "What do you mean? What are we going to watch?"
"You're going to be on the lookout," was all that Zeke was willing to explain. "There's going to be some things goin' on around here worth seein', in my opinion," he added, "but I don't know just what and I'm not sure just where. I do know though the first thing that's going to be done."
"What's that?" inquired Grant.
"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."