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Updated: June 15, 2025
For once Diana, Fate is minding her own business and letting me mind mine." Jonas approached hesitatingly. "Na-che said I had to tell you, boss, though I didn't want to disturb you, she said I had to though she wouldn't do it herself. Dinner is on the table. And you know, boss, you ain't like you was when a bowl of cereal would do you." "I shouldn't have tempted fate, Diana!"
Let me alone, Na-che. How come you think I can't tell this story? But what we ask of you is, will you and Miss Allen, boss, go up to that stone yonder, and lay this eagle's feather beside it, then sit on the stone until a star falls." Enoch and Diana looked at each other, half smiling. "Don't say no," urged Na-che. "You want to take a walk, anyhow."
"If she wouldn't let me go, she mustn't let you!" called Curly, from his poker game, under the trees. "Yes, I'll let any of you take it over, to-morrow," replied Diana, giving Na-che gun and bag. "To-morrow, Na-che and I turn the rescue mission over to you men and start for Bright Angel." "Oh, where's your heart, Miss Allen!" cried Agnew.
"The forward compartment was pretty well smashed, but another hour's work in the morning will make the old girl as good as ever." "She'll never be the boat the Na-che was," groaned Jonas mournfully from his fire. "What are we all going to do now, with just one boat?"
Far to the south, the chaos out of which they had labored was black, and mysterious with drifting vapors. The wind which whirled forever among the chasms was left behind. They had entered into silence and tranquillity. After supper and while the last glow of the sunsets still clung to the western horizon, Na-che said,
Some trip, eh?" Mack, shaking hands all round, stopped beside Milton's bunk. "What went wrong, bud? and where's the rest of the bunch?" Enoch told the story, this time. Mack shook his head as the final plans were outlined. "Na-che had better stay and nurse Milton. I'm feeling fine. We just loafed along down here. I'll start out right away.
Suppose I cast my responsibility to the winds and . . . and yet that sense of responsibility is all that differentiates me from Minetta Lane." Enoch's Diary. Diana began work on her films on a little folding table beside the spring. Enoch, throwing down his log close to the cave opening, paused to watch her. Jonas and Na-che, putting the cave in order, talked quietly to each other.
Sometimes lifting, sometimes skidding on drift logs, sometimes dragging by main strength, the six men finally landed the Ida and the Na-che in quiet waters. Jonas and Agnew prepared a simple dinner and immediately after they embarked. For two hours the river flowed swiftly and quietly between sheer walls of stratified granite, white and pale yellow, shot with rose.
"Pshaw! There's no more daily risk here, than there is in the streets of a large city." Enoch grunted and followed as Diana hurried after Na-che. The course now led along the edge of the plateau which here hung directly above the river. The water twisted far below like a sinuous brown ribbon. The nooning sky was bronze blue and burning hot.
"We'll have to agree that Na-che and Jonas are doing all they can to make the match. I gather from what Na-che says that they're working mostly on love charms for us." "More power to 'em," said Enoch grimly. "Diana, let's walk out under the stars for a little while. The fire dims them."
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