"Why, those must be the Gray
ruins. I didn't realize we were so close to them. Well, you've
tempted me and I've fallen. I really must give a day to those remains.
Only one or two whites have ever gone through them."
Enoch smiled complacently.
"How long have you and the Judge known each other, Diana?" asked Curly
suddenly.
Diana hesitated but Enoch spoke quickly. "The first time I saw Miss
Allen she was a baby of five or six on Bright Angel trail."
Curly whistled. "Then you've got it on the rest of us. I first saw
her when she was a sassy miss in school at Tucson."
"Nothing on me!" said Mack. "I held her in my arms when she was ten
days old, and my wife was with her mother and Na-che when she was born.
You were a red-faced, squalling brat, Diana."
"She was a beautiful baby! She never cried," contradicted Na-che
flatly.
Diana laughed and rose. "This is getting too personal. I'm going to
bed," she said. The men looked at her, admiration in every face.
"Anything any of us can do for your comfort, Diana?" asked Curly.
"Na-che seemed satisfied with the place I put your tent in."
"Everything is fine, thank you," Diana held out her hand, "Good night,
Curly. I really think you're handsomer than ever.
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