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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.
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Harry Gordon The River Motor Boat Boys on the Colorado…

The man who spoke was tall, slender, black of hair and eyes, and with a grace and freedom of movement which told of life in the open air. Clay rather liked his looks, and so consented for him to board the Rambler. Case stood by with a revolver to see that no rush was made as the other vaulted easily over the railing after scrambling lightly up the side of the motor boat. But there was no need of this, for the others sat stolidly at the oars, even backing off as the prow bumped the Rambler’s side.
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Harry Gordon The River Motor Boat Boys on the Colorado…

With the assistance of the rope and the strong arms at the boat end of it, the visitor was soon on deck, sitting flat and leaning against the railing, as if every ounce of strength had been used in the swim from the shore. Clay’s light showed the stranger to be a boy of not more than fourteen years—a ragged, hungry-looking boy!
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