He'll be along with Na-che in a
moment. This isn't your camp?"
"Come along, Miss Allen!" exclaimed Enoch. "I'll show you a camp
that's run by an expert."
Mack and Curly groaned and followed Enoch and Diana down to the cave,
Jonas and Na-che appearing shortly. Jonas, hobbling to the cave
opening stood for a moment, gazing at the group around the fire in
silent despair. Finally he said:
"When I get back to Washington, if I live to get there, they'll put me
out of the Baptist Church as a liar, if I try to tell 'em what I been
through. Boss, what you trying to do?"
"Dress these quail," grunted Enoch.
Jonas gave Curly and Mack a withering glance, started to speak,
swallowed something and said, "How come you to think you was a butcher,
boss? Leave me get my hands on those birds. I should think you done
enough, killing 'em."
"No," said Enoch, "I'm the cook for to-night. But, Jonas, old man, if
you aren't too knocked up, you might make some biscuit."
"Jonas looks to me," suggested Mack, "like a cup of coffee and a seat
by the fire was about his limit to-night. I'll get the rest of the
grub, if you'll tend to the quail, Judge. Curly, you go out and unpack
for Diana. We'll turn the cave over to you and Na-che to-night, Diana.
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