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They swung across the stream, and as they did so they caught a glimpse of Jonas. He was crouched in the bottom of the boat, his eyes rolling above his life preserver. "Didn't Na-che give you that Navaho charm, Jonas?" called Forrester. "It'll take more than a charm to help poor old Jonas," said Enoch. "I really think he'll like it in a day or so. He's got good pluck."
"Na-che and I are going over to the cliff dwelling. We'll be gone all day." "I'll act as guide," said Enoch with alacrity. "It's not necessary!" exclaimed Diana. "I don't want to interrupt your camp routine at all. You just give us directions, Judge. Na-che and I are old hands at this, you know." "Oh, take him along, Diana! He'll be crying in a minute," sniffed Curly.
And although his mind grappled during the entire walk with the new problem at hand, he was conscious every moment of the fact that a week before he had tramped through falling snow with Diana always within hand touch. Jonas, brushing the snow from Enoch's broad shoulders, said casually: "I had a telegram from Na-che this evening, boss. She and Miss Diana start for Havasu canyon to-morrow."
"I'll bet it's not as bad as yours at that," returned Enoch. "Jonas, as long as it's not the Na-che that's hurt " "Coming, boss, coming!" cried Jonas. "Here's your moccasins and here's your suit. Sure you aren't hurt any?" "Jonas," replied Enoch in a low voice that the others might not hear, "Jonas, I'm having the greatest time of my life!" "So am I, Mr. Secretary!
Amongst them, the travelers had bagged numerous quail and cottontails, and Jonas had brought in at noon a huge jack rabbit. This they could not eat but its left hind foot, Jonas claimed, would make a sensation in Washington. Supper was a festive meal, Na-che producing a rabbit soup, and Jonas broiling the quail, which he served with hot biscuit that the most accomplished chef might have envied.
"I doubt if I try to investigate it at all, on this trip," said Diana, when they had made the difficult ascent to the plateau. "I really ought to get into the Hopi country. My conscience is troubling me." Na-che looked disappointed. "That is a good camp, by the river," she said. "But maybe," eagerly, "the Judge and Jonas will come with us." "You like Jonas, don't you, Na-che?" asked Enoch.
Jonas and I left the others and came on here because I want to go down the trail with you. That, in brief, is my story." "Devilish brief!" snorted Frank. "Thank you for nothing! Diana, suppose you pad the skeleton a little." "Yes, I will, Dad, if you'll let Enoch go to his room and get into some dry clothes. I told Na-che to help herself for him from your supply." "Surely! Surely!
"I guess maybe she's on her way to the Ferry now." Jonas straightened up from his stew pot. "Leastways, Na-che kind of promised to kind of see if maybe they couldn't reach there about the time we did." The other men laughed. "I guess we won't gamble too heavily on the women folks," exclaimed Forrester. "I guess Miss Allen's the kind you don't connect gambling with," retorted Agnew.
"Jonas, you want to see the great Navajo charm, made by Navajo god when he made these waterholes?" Jonas pricked up his ears. "Is it a good charm or a hoo-doo?" "If you come at it right, it means you never die," Na-che nodded her head solemnly. Jonas put a cat's claw root on the fire. "All right! You see, woman, that I come at it right." Na-che smiled and led the way eastward.
He'll be along with Na-che in a moment. This isn't your camp?" "Come along, Miss Allen!" exclaimed Enoch. "I'll show you a camp that's run by an expert." Mack and Curly groaned and followed Enoch and Diana down to the cave, Jonas and Na-che appearing shortly. Jonas, hobbling to the cave opening stood for a moment, gazing at the group around the fire in silent despair.
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