noon
Disappointed , although they had really in their hearts expected nothing less , the young navigators turned the Cibola and sailed slowly down the river in the hope that the gasoline would be found where Elmer had described it as lying . They were as richly rewarded here as they had been previously disappointed . The drift , a tangled jumble of small mountain wood , had caught and preserved seven of their eight tins of gasoline . It was now noon , and broiling hot , but luncheon was not thought of and the difficult work of recovering the heavy packages was begun . This presented a new difficulty , for again the boys were determined not to lose any gas in making a landing . The drift was too light to hold their anchor although two trials at this were made . Not a bush or tree was to be found nearby .