"
Jonas heaved a great sigh that sounded curiously like an expression of
vast and many sided relief. Then he chuckled. "Easy enough for me.
You can't never be nothing but Boss to me."
But Diana was troubled. "I thought we'd camp with your outfit
to-night. But we'd better not. I'd be sure to make a break. Are you
positive that these men don't know you?"
"Positive!" exclaimed Enoch. "Why, just look at me, Miss Allen!"
Diana glanced at boots, overalls and flannel shirt, coming to pause at
the fine lion-like head. "Of course, your disguise is very
impressive," she laughed. "But I would say that it was impressive in
that it accents your own peculiarities."
"That outfit is something fierce, boss. I brung you some riding
breeches," exclaimed Jonas.
"I don't want 'em," said Enoch. "Miss Allen, Field calls me Judge.
How would that do?"
"Well, I'll try it," agreed Diana reluctantly. "I know both the men,
by the way. Mack, especially, is well known among the Indians. What
explanation shall we make them?"
"Why not the truth?" asked Enoch. "I mean, tell them that I slipped
away from my friends and that Jonas tagged."
"Very well!" Diana and Jonas both nodded.
"And now," Enoch lifted his game bag, "let's get on.
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