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I must not be able to follow her movements or I shall not be able to keep my mind on matters here. I shall never marry, Jonas. All the charms and all the affectionate desires of you and Na-che cannot change that." Jonas gave Enoch a long, reproachful look that was at the same time well-tinctured with obstinacy. Without a word he left the room. "And now my house-mate is Grief.
And her tribe come lickety-cut after her, and overtook 'em at that spot yonder, and her father give her the choice of coming back or both of 'em dying right there. They chose to die, and there they are. Wee-tah and Na-che and all the Injuns believe " Na-che pulled at his sleeve. "Oh, I forgot! We ain't going to tell you what they believe, because whites don't never have the right kind of faith.
"But we can't bridge this gap without more ropes and more people to help." "It looks to me," Enoch spoke with a sudden smile, "as though the Lord intended me to have a few moments alone with you!" Diana smiled in return. "It does, indeed," she agreed. "Let's try to settle ourselves comfortably here in view of the dwelling. I like to look at it. We can hear Na-che when she calls."
Don't I see her kiss that little picture she has of him in her locket every night when she says her prayers?" "Well " began Jonas, but he was interrupted by a call from Curly. "Whoever's minding the stew might be interested in knowing that it's boiling over!" "Coming! Coming!" cried Jonas and Na-che. Darkness had now settled on the river. Enoch lay motionless until they called him in to supper.
"What is it, Jonas?" asked Diana. "Well, up ahead a spell in these woods, there's a round open space and in the middle of it under a big rock an Injun and his sweetheart is buried. Something like a million years ago he stole her from over yonder from the " he hesitated, and Na-che said softly: "Hopis." "Yes, the Hopis.
"What name, for instance?" demanded Harden. Jonas cleared his throat. "I was thinking of the Na-che." "My word!" exclaimed Harden. "Say, Ag, would you want our boat renamed the Na-che?" "Who'd repaint the name?" asked Agnew carefully. "That's the point with me." "The trouble with you, Ag," said Harden, "is that you haven't any soul." "I'd do the painting," Jonas went on eagerly.
Curly, you go out and unpack for Diana. We'll turn the cave over to you and Na-che to-night, Diana." Diana, who was sitting on a rock by the fire, long, slender legs crossed, hands clasping one knee, an amused spectator of the scene, looked up at Mack with a smile. "Indeed you won't, Mack. Na-che and I have our tent. We'll put it up in the sand, as usual.
We had been at the Canyon several days when Jonas and Diana and Na-che found us. Diana stayed a day or so, then Jonas and I went with a Geological Survey crew for a boating trip down the river. We had sundry adventures, finally landing at Grant's Ferry, our leader, Milton, with a broken leg. Here we found Diana and Na-che.
"Na-che! Ohee, Na-che! Here we are, Na-che!" Agnew opened his lips to comment, but before he uttered the first syllable there rose a shrill, clear call from the mists. "Jonas! Ohee, Jonas!" Enoch's pulse leaped. With sudden strength, he bent to his oars, and the Ida slid softly upon the sandy shore. As she did so, two figures came running through the rain.
"It's a work no one would do voluntarily without liking it," replied the young man. "I like it. I wouldn't want to give my life to it, but " he paused to look over toward the others busily unloading the Na-che, "but nothing will ever do again for me what this experience has." "And may I ask what that is?" Enoch's voice was eager. Milton searched Enoch's face carefully, then answered slowly.
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