The view which met their eyes was superb. To the south lay the desert, rainbow colored. Rising abruptly from its level were isolated peaks of bright purple, all of them snow capped, many of them with crevices marked by the brilliant white of snow. Miles to the south of the isolated peaks lay a long range of mountains, dull black against the blue sky, but with the white of snow caps showing even at this distance. To the north, the river gorge wound like a snake; the gorge and one huge mountain dominating the entire northern landscape. Satiated by wonders as Milton was, he exclaimed over the beauty of this giant, sleeping in the desert sun. A sprawling cone in outline, there was nothing extraordinary about it in contour, but its size and color surpassed anything that Enoch had as yet seen. From base to apex it was a perfect rose tint, deepening where its great shoulders bent, to crimson. As if still not satisfied with her work, nature had sent a recent snow storm to embellish the verdureless rock, and the mountain was lightly powdered with white which here was of a gauze-like texture permitting pale rose to glimmer through, there lay in drifts, white defined against crimson. Enoch sat gazing about him while Milton worked rapidly with his note book and instruments. Finally he slipped his pencil into his pocket with a sigh. "And that's done! What do you say to a return for lunch, Judge?" "I'm very much with you," replied Enoch. "Here! Hold up, old man! What's the matter?" For Milton was swaying and would have fallen if Enoch had not caught him. Milton clung to Enoch's broad shoulder for a moment, then straightened himself with a jerk. "Sorry, Judge. It's that infernal vertigo again!" "What's the cause of it?" asked Enoch. "Might be rather serious, might it not, on a trip such as yours?" "I think the water we have to drink must be affecting my kidneys," replied Milton. "I never had anything of the sort before this trip, but I've been troubled this way a dozen times lately. It only lasts for a minute." "But in that minute," Enoch's voice was grave, "you might fall down a mountain or out of the boat." "Oh, I don't get it that bad! And anyhow, I haven't gone off alone since these things began. When we get to El Tovar I'll try to locate a doctor." Enoch looked admiringly at the grim young freckled face beneath the faded hat. "I see I shall have to appoint myself bodyguard," he said. "I'd suggest Jonas, only he's deserted me for the Na-che, and I doubt if you could win him from her." Milton laughed. "Nothing on earth can equal the joy of puddling about in boats, to the right kind of a chap, as the _Wind in the Willows_ has it. And Jonas certainly is the right kind of a chap!" "Jonas is a man, every inch of him," agreed Enoch. "Shall we try the descent now, Milton?" "I'm ready," replied the young man, and the slow and arduous task was begun.