Enoch put a shaking hand on Jonas' shoulder. "So you found your bad
charge, old man, didn't you?"
"Me find you? No, boss, Miss Diana, she found you. Here she is!"
Diana dropped from her horse, slender and tall in her riding clothes.
"So Jonas' pain is relieved, eh, Mr. Huntingdon! Are you having a good
holiday?"
"Great!" replied Enoch huskily.
"I told Jonas it was the most sensible thing a man could do, who was as
tired as you are, but he would have it you'd die without him. If you
don't want him, I'll take him away."
"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.
Enoch shook hands with the Indian woman, whose face was as dark as
Jonas' in the moonlight. "Where's your camp, Mr. Huntingdon?" Diana
went on.
"Just a moment!" Enoch had recovered his composure. "I am with two
miners, Mackay and Field. To them, I am a lawyer named Smith. I would
like very much to remain unknown to them during the remaining two weeks
of my vacation.
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