"I'm getting in a hurry," he said.
"It won't do you any good if you be," said Zeke solemnly. "You'll have to take things as they come."
"The trouble is they don't come," laughed Fred. "I want Pete and John here."
"I guess you'll have to put up with those of us that haven't got lost or tried to fall over the rocks," growled Zeke, his eyes twinkling as he spoke. "Here's Thomas Jefferson," he added, "he'll help you pass the time."
The Navajo had not passed the night near the spot which the boys had selected. No one was aware whether he had departed to rejoin his friend or had merely sought another resting place.
"They always show up about breakfast time," growled Zeke under his breath. Nevertheless the guide at once prepared some food for the Indian who now had rejoined the party.
"Did you see anything of our friends?" inquired Grant eagerly.
"I saw nothing," replied the Navajo. "I do not expect all people here to be safe."
"Why not?" demanded George.
"I have explained already," replied the Indian. "This is no place for white men. It belongs to the Indians, and the spirits of those who live here do not love to have white men come. I have never heard of one who tried to enter who did not have bad luck before long."