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Updated: June 15, 2025
"What's troubling you, woman?" demanded Jonas. "I thought you was making stew," replied Na-che. "Oh, you did! Well, what do you think now?" "Oh, I guess you're just boiling the mud out of the river water. You give me the kettle and I'll show you how to make rabbit stew." "I'll give you a piece of my mind, Miss Na-che, that's what I'll give you.
The Indian, a handsome young buck, his hair bound with a knotted handkerchief, glanced at Enoch and answered Diana in Navajo. Diana nodded, then said: "Judge, this is Wee-tah, a friend of mine." Enoch and the Indian shook hands gravely, and Diana said, "Can't you take supper with us, Wee-tah?" "You stay, Wee-tah," Na-che put in abruptly. "Jonas and I want you to help us with a charm."
Mercifully a great rock had tumbled into the crevice some time before and Na-che landed squarely on this, six feet below the surface. When Diana and Enoch peered over, she was sitting calmly on the rock, still clinging to the tripod. "I lost my lunch!" she grumbled as she looked up at them. Diana laughed. "You may have mine! Better no lunch than no Na-che.
He helped Jonas with their meager preparations for the trip, then took a gun and started along the trail which led up the Ferry canyon to the desert. But he had not gone a hundred yards, when Diana called. "Wait a moment, Judge! I'll go with you." She joined him shortly with her gun and game bag. "We'll have Na-che cook us a day's supply of meat before we start," she said.
Na-che gave a long, shrill call, which the Indian returned, then pulled up his horse to wait for them. When Enoch and Diana reached the rim, the others already had overtaken him. "It's Wee-tah!" exclaimed Diana, then as she shook hands, she added: "Where are you going so fast, Wee-tah?"
Jonas, who had been crouching uneasily on a rock, a disapproving spectator of the scene, groaned audibly. Na-che now came into the glow of the fire. She was a comely-faced woman, of perhaps forty-five, neatly dressed in a denim suit. Her black eyes twinkled as she took in the situation. "Na-che, you come over here and sit down by me," said Jonas. "If I can't help, neither can you."
How do you suppose a photograph can tell so much!" "It's Miss Diana, it ain't the camera!" exclaimed Jonas, with a chuckle. "Na-che says she ain't never seen her when she couldn't smile. That buck looks like that fellow Wee-tah. Boss, do you remember the night he took me out to see that desert charm?" "Tell me about it, Jonas. It will rest me more than sleep."
"You'd have to take me feet first, Miss Diana," said Jonas, with a grin. "Where's that Na-che?" "Here she comes!" laughed Diana. "Poor Na-che! She hates to hurry! She's got a real grievance against you, Jonas." Two pack mules lunged down the trail, followed by a squat figure on an Indian pony. "This is Na-che, Mr. Huntingdon," said Diana.
He began the tale, but was so constantly interrupted by Frank's questions that luncheon was announced by Na-che, just as he finished. After luncheon they returned again to the fire, and Frank, urged on by Enoch, told the story of his early days at the Canyon.
Wee-tah left them after breakfast, cantering away briskly on his pony, his long hair blowing, Na-che and Jonas shouting laughingly after him. It was a brisk, clear morning, with ribbons of mist blowing across the distant ranges.
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