CHAPTER IX.
NATURE'S MASTERPIECE From the reservation to the Grand Canyon of the Colorado was not far, but there was no "crosscut" and so they were obliged to make a wide detour nearly to Williams before striking the road that wound upward to the world's greatest wonder.
Slowly and tediously the big car climbed the miserable trail to the rim of the Grand Canyon.

It was night when they arrived, for they had timed it that way, having been told of the marvelous beauty of the canyon by moonlight.

But unfortunately the sky filled with clouds toward evening, and they came to Bright Angel, their destination, in a drizzling rain and total darkness.

The Major was fearful Wampus might run them into the canyon, but the machine's powerful searchlights showed the way clearly and by sticking to the road they finally drew up before an imposing hotel such as you might wonder to find in so remote a spot.
Eagerly enough they escaped from the automobile where they had been shut in and entered the spacious lobby of the hotel, where a merry throng of tourists had gathered.
"Dinner and bed," said Patsy, decidedly.

"I'm all tired out, and poor Myrtle is worn to a frazzle.