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Updated: June 15, 2025
Lucky for you your clothes were in the Ida, Milt. Mine were in the Na-che." "And two thirds of the grub in the Na-che, too!" exclaimed Agnew. Jonas had rooted out Milton's change of clothing and very tenderly, if awkwardly, Agnew and Harden helping, he was made dry and propped up where he could direct proceedings.
Who knows what Indian magic might do for us!" "That's right," Na-che nodded approval. "There's an old trail to it, see!" she led Diana beyond the camp pine, and pointed to the faint black line, that was traceable in the sand under the trees. The pine forest was absolutely clear of undergrowth.
The Indian woman laughed and tossed her head, but did not answer. It was only four o'clock when they reached camp, but already dusk was settling in the Canyon. A good fire was going in front of the cave and Jonas was guarding his stew which simmered over a smaller blaze near Diana's tent. Na-che lifted the lid of the kettle, sniffed and turned away with a shrug of her shoulders.
He lay on the sand, too exhausted to move for perhaps five minutes, while Jonas pulled off his sodden shoes, and Na-che ran to kindle a fire and heat water. After a moment, however the stranger began to talk. "Almost got me that time! Forgot to put my life preserver on. Don't bother about me. I'm drowned every day. Another boat with the rest of us should be along shortly.
"The first time I saw Miss Allen she was a baby of five or six on Bright Angel trail." Curly whistled. "Then you've got it on the rest of us. I first saw her when she was a sassy miss in school at Tucson." "Nothing on me!" said Mack. "I held her in my arms when she was ten days old, and my wife was with her mother and Na-che when she was born. You were a red-faced, squalling brat, Diana."
I came on for help," he said huskily. "Is he sick or hurt?" cried Diana. "No, just all in." "I'll take a horse for him, right off," said Na-che. "You help Mr. Forrester into the house, Diana." "Call Jonas!" said Diana, supporting Forrester against the tree. "One of the men had better go for Mr. Harden." "Then they got here!" exclaimed Forrester. "Thank God! How's Milton? Any other accident?"
One glance showed the Na-che broken and inverted, dancing in this. Enoch bent to his right oar and by a miracle of luck this, with a wave from a pot hole, threw them clear of the sucking whirlpool, but dashed them so violently against the rocky shore that the Ida's stern was stove in and Milton rolled off into the water.
The water's been disagreeing with him, making him dizzy, and he took a header from the Ida, after rescuing Forrester from some rapids," said Enoch. "Doesn't sound much, when you tell it, does it!" Agnew smiled as he sighed. "But it really has been quite a busy five days." "One can look at your faces and read much between the lines," said Diana, quietly. "Now, while Na-che works with Mr.
I shall come home across the Painted Desert and take some pictures in color. My adventures will be very mild compared with yours." "And you and Na-che will be quite alone, out in this trackless country! I shall worry about you, Diana." Diana laughed. "Enoch, you have no idea of what you are undertaking! You'll have no time to give me a thought.
"Na-che says you know a heap about charms, Mr. Wee-tah!" exclaimed Jonas. Wee-tah grinned affably. "I stay," he said. "Only the whites have to hurry. Good water hole right there." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder, then turned his pony and led the way a few hundred yards to a low outcropping of stones, the hollowed top of which held a few precious gallons of rain water.
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