"Then a rope and pick may be of great benefit," said Juarez.
"Sure, Mike," replied Jim with a grin.
So each one of us contributed to the material we took along. We divided up the tools between ourselves and had them fastened on so that our climbing would not be impeded.
"Do you think it safe to leave the boat; we may be gone a day or two?" I asked.
"Certainly," replied Jim. "It won't need anything to eat in our absence, and it has plenty of water. Besides, I don't imagine that there are many people back of us coming down the river."
I could not help but smile myself at the idea of anyone making the terrible trip down the river.
"That's so," I replied. "You can't find three such fools as we are every year. There are other easier ways of committing suicide than gliding down the Colorado."
"But some Indians might find a trail over the wall and steal the boat," said Tom.
"How many trails do you suppose there are to the Colorado River within nine hundred miles?" asked Jim severely.
"I don't know," replied Tom.