Harry Gordon, The River Motor Boat Boys on the Colorado…
“ For a moment Clay considered the advisability of returning at once to the motor boat. The sun shone out of the sky like a blazing ball of fire, and the sands were hot and blinding. As far as he could see, up and down the river, there were no evidences of human life in sight save only the Rambler, lying on a stream which seemed to Clay to have a right to boil with the heat which surrounded it.But Clay hated a quitter as much as he hated a coward, and so kept on toward the glaring foothills which lifted straight away to the west. ”
