"What?"
"Spend it in carfare coming out to the Colorado River. I would like nothing better than to start in where the Green and Grand Rivers join and try to do what Major Powell did. Indeed, I would like to go clear through to the lower part of the Gulf of California."
"You don't want very much, do you?" laughed Fred.
"Not very much," retorted John. "This simple life appeals to me all right."
"You certainly looked simple this morning when you disappeared in the river."
"You mean I looked simple before I disappeared," retorted John. "I don't know what I can do to make you more careful in your use of the English language. You certainly did not see me after I disappeared."
"We certainly did," retorted Fred. "I saw your head away down the stream though your feet weren't very far in front of the boat. You were going like mad."
"I don't deserve any credit for that," laughed John as he extended his stick for more bacon.
"Did you notice how many branches there are to this gulch?" inquired John as he resumed his repast. "I've counted four or five canyons that open into the right side of this gulch and I guess there are as many on the other side although I can't see."
"Yes, it's all broken up," acknowledged Fred as he looked in the direction indicated by his companion. "It's a mighty interesting place."