"This is my day to cook," called Tad. "Why didn't you let me get the
breakfast, Mr. Nance?"

"I'm doing the cooking this morning. I've had a long walk and feel
fine, so I decided to be the cook, the wrangler and the whole outfit
this morning. How do you feel, boys?"

"Fine!" chorused the Pony Riders. "But we thought we should see the
Canyon when we woke up this morning."

A quizzical smile twitched the corners of Dad's mouth. Tad saw that
the guide had something of a surprise for them. The lad asked no
further questions.

Breakfast finished, the boys cleared away the dishes, packing everything
as if for a continuation of their journey, which they fully expected
to make.

A slight rise of ground lay a few rods ahead of them. Tad started
to stroll that way. He halted as a party of men and women were seen
approaching from the direction of El Tovar, where the hotel was located.

"Now, gentlemen, you may walk along," nodded the guide, smiling broadly.

"Which way?" asked the Professor.

"Follow the crowd you see there."

They saw the party step up to the rise, then a woman's scream smote their