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You're a good sport, old man!" "You're more than that, Milton! Good-by!" and Enoch hurried out in response to Jonas' call. They were finally mounted and permitted to go. Na-che rode first, leading a pack mule, Jonas second, leading two mules, Diana followed, Enoch bringing up the rear.
Na-che gave her peculiar, far-carrying call, some moments before the cabin came into view, and when the little cavalcade jingled up to the door, it was wide open, a ruddy faced, white-haired man standing before it. "Hello, Diana!" he shouted. "Where in seven thunders have you been! You're a week late!" Then his eyes fastened wonderingly on Enoch's face.
Jonas and Na-che found endless small tasks around the camp that required long consultations between them and much laughter. When Enoch returned after breakfast from a languid inspection of the Ida, Diana was not to be seen. She had gone out to get some quail, Na-che said. She returned in an hour or so, with a good bag of rabbit and birds. "To-morrow, that will be my job," said Enoch.
"Don't you worry," whispered Na-che, "I'll give you a Navajo charm. You can't drown if you wear it." Jonas' black face grew less tense. "Honest, Na-che?" Na-che nodded emphatically. "Well," said Jonas, "I had a warming of my heart to you the minute I laid eyes on you, up there at the Grand Canyon. Any woman as handsome as you is, Na-che, is bound to be a comfort to a man in his hours of trouble."
"Don't you worry about me," protested Milton, weakly, as, with his head resting on Diana's arm, he sipped the teaspoonsful of stew Na-che fed him. "This is as near heaven as I want to get." "I should hope so!" grunted Agnew. "Jonas, don't ever try to put up a stew in competition with Na-che again." "Not me, sir!" chuckled Jonas. "That gal can sure cook!" "And make charms," added Enoch.
They climbed constantly over ragged boulders, and chaotic rock heaps, or rounded deep fissures that cut the plateau like spider webs. Muscular and in good form as was the trio, frequent rests were necessary. They had one mishap. Na-che, lagging behind, slipped into a fissure. Enoch and Diana blanched at her sudden scream and ran back as she disappeared.
Signed Abbott." Diana hung up the receiver and turned to Enoch, who had risen and was standing beside her. "Orders, eh, Enoch?" she said, trying to smile with white lips. Enoch did not answer. He stood staring at the girl's quivering mouth, while his own lips stiffened. Then he said quietly: "Will you tell me where I can find Jonas, Diana?" "He's in the kitchen with Na-che. I'll go bring him in."
"My Lordy!" exclaimed Jonas, as he and Enoch were hobbling their horses, "if I don't have some charms and hoo-doos to put over on those Baptist folks back home! Why, these Indians have got even a Georgia nigger beat for knowing the spirits." "Jonas, you're an old fool, but I love you!" said Enoch. Jonas chuckled, and hurried off to help Na-che with the supper.
Jonas and Na-che, standing by the fire like two brown genii of the desert, looked up smiling as the two appeared. "Ain't they a handsome pair, Na-che?" asked Jonas, softly. "Ain't he a grand looking man?" Na-che assented. "I wish I could get each of 'em to wear a love ring. I could get two the best medicine man in the desert country made." "Where are they?" demanded Jonas eagerly.
Just as the dawn wind was rising, though, and the cottonwoods were outlining themselves against the eastern sky, stumbling footsteps near the tent wakened both Diana and Na-che, and they opened the tent flap, hastily. Forrester was clinging to a cottonwood tree. At least it was a worn, bleached, ragged counterfeit of Forrester. "Hard's back on the trail apiece.
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