"How about water?" I asked. "We've got to find some, it's been a throat drying day."
"It looks to me that there is a stream running along the base of those cliffs," remarked Jim.
It was a correct guess. It was true the stream was not very large, but it was much appreciated.
"This is the first creek we have seen running in this direction," said Jim. "It means that we will soon be at the Colorado River."
After we had made our camp, we started over towards the great vermilion cliffs and found the formation just as interesting at close quarters as in the distance. We had never seen anything as sharp-cut and symmetrically carved as the buttes and pinnacles that rose around us.
"I wish we had time to stop here," said Jim, "I would like to take a pick and make an exploration of these cliffs, but I said before that we would have no more picnics and I meant it."
CHAPTER XVI
THE RIVER
We now traveled for a week in a northwest direction, going through a country very much like what we had been passing through, except the last three days.