"Not for me," remarked Jim. "'The Captain' is a good enough boat for me. Can you row, Juarez?"
"Ah, yes, I think so some, yes. I paddle a canoe many, many times."
"This is no canoe, but I know you will do," replied Jim. "It's mighty lucky you dropped in on us when you did. Tom has had a sore leg ever since an Indian back there in another canyon dropped a rock on him."
"It was luck that Juarez did come along now," I joined in. "We will need him bad enough when we come to the 'Gorge of the Grand Canyon.'"
"That's the place!" said Jim. "I have read that it is over six thousand feet down from the rim of the canyon to the river."
"Straight up and down?" asked Tom.
"No," replied Jim. "It's nearly thirteen miles across from rim to rim and the precipitous walls of the gorge are only about fifteen hundred feet."
"I have heard of it," said Juarez. "All the Indians know something about it. Some say nobody can go through it alive. That the waters go down into the heart of the earth. It is very wonderful, me see. To-morrow we hunt for the treasure."