"
"Lots of good that'll do me," retorted Curly.
Diana made a little grimace at him and turned to Mack. "Good night,
Mack. I'll bet you're homesick for Mrs. Mack this minute."
"She's a pretty darned fine old woman!" Mack nodded soberly.
"Old!" said Diana scornfully. "You ought to have your ears boxed!
Good night, Judge!"
"Good night, Miss Allen!"
The three men watched the tall figure swing out into the moonlight.
"There goes the most beautiful human being I ever hope to see," said
Curly, turning to unroll his blankets.
"If I was a painter and wanted to tell what this here country was
really like, at its best, I'd paint Diana." Mack's voice was very
earnest.
"Shucks!" sniffed Curly, "that isn't saying anything, is it, Judge?"
"It's hard to put her into words," replied Enoch carefully. "Curly,
are you too tired to continue our last night's talk?"
"Oh, let's put it over till to-morrow! We've lots of time!" Curly
gave a great yawn.
Enoch said nothing more but rolled himself in his blankets, with the
full intention of formulating his line of conduct toward Diana before
going to sleep. He stretched himself luxuriously in the sand and the
next thing he heard was Diana's laugh outside.
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