Na-che's voice floated in. "Jonas, you tell the men I got breakfast
already for 'em. Tell 'em to bring their own cups and plates."
"Sounds rotten, huh?" Curly sauntered out of the cave.
It was a very pleasant meal. To Enoch it was all a dream. It seemed
impossible for him to absorb the fact that he and Diana were together
in the Colorado Canyon. When the last of the coffee was gone, Curly
looked at his watch, then turned severely to Enoch.
"We're an hour earlier than we've ever been, and all because of women!
Aren't you ashamed?"
"Run along and wash dirt," returned Enoch. "For two cents I'd tell how
long it took me to get you up yesterday morning."
"What's your program, Diana?" asked Mack.
"Na-che and I are going over to the cliff dwelling. We'll be gone all
day."
"I'll act as guide," said Enoch with alacrity.
"It's not necessary!" exclaimed Diana. "I don't want to interrupt your
camp routine at all. You just give us directions, Judge. Na-che and I
are old hands at this, you know."
"Oh, take him along, Diana! He'll be crying in a minute," sniffed
Curly. "Jonas, you'll stay and give us a feed, won't you?"
"I got to look out for the boss," Jonas spoke anxiously.
A shout went up.
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