A SIGHT THAT THRILLED


"We'll make camp here for a time, I reckon," announced Dad about two
o'clock in the morning.

"I thought we were going on to the Canyon," said Tad.

"We shall see it in the morning," answered the guide somewhat evasively.
"You boys turn in now, and get some sleep, for you will want to have
your eyes wide open in the morning. But let me give you a tip: Don't
you go roaming around in the dark here."

"Why---why not?" demanded Stacy Brown.

"Oh, nothing much, only we're likely to lose your valuable company if
you try it. You have a habit of falling in, I am told. You'll fall in
for keeps if you go moseying about in this vicinity."

"Where are we?" asked Butler.

"'Bout half a mile from the El Tovar," answered Nance. "Now you fellows
turn in. Stake down the pintos. Isn't safe to let them roam around on
two legs."

Tad understood. He knew from the words of Nance that they were
somewhere in the vicinity of the great gash in the earth that they
had come so far to see. But he was content to wait until the morrow
for the great sight that was before them.