To return on our back trail would require two weeks, and to go out by the trail north to Utah meant half as much time over the same kind of desert.

Lawson came to our help, however, with the information that an occasional prospector or horse hunter crossed the canyon from the Saddle, where a trail led down to the river.
"I've heard the trail is a bad one," said Lawson, "an' though I never seen it, I reckon it could be found.

After we get to the Saddle we'll build two fires on one of the high points an' keep them burnin' well after dark.

If Mr.Bass, who lives on the other side, sees the fires he'll come down his trail next mornin' an' meet us at the river.

He keeps a boat there.