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."
Na-che smiled, showing strong white teeth. "You feel sick from the
saddle, eh, Jonas?"
"Don't you worry about that, woman! I'll show you I'm as good as any
Indian buck that ever lived!"
Na-che grunted incredulously, but sat down beside Jonas nevertheless.
In spite of the gibes, supper was ready eventually and was devoured
with approval. When the meal was finished, Na-che and Jonas cleared
up, then Jonas took his blanket and retired to a corner of the cave,
whence emerged almost immediately the sound of regular snoring. The
others sat around the fire only a short time.
"You'll stick around for a little while, won't you, Diana?" said Curly,
as he filled his first pipe.
"I really ought to pull out in the morning," replied Diana. "There are
some very special pictures I want to get at Oraibai about now."
"There is a cliff dwelling down the river about three miles," said
Enoch. "I haven't found the trail into it yet, but I saw the dwelling
distinctly from a curve on the top of the Canyon wall. It's a huge
construction."
"Is that so?" exclaimed Diana eagerly.
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