"Jonas, old boy," said Enoch, "you stay in camp
to-day and er--look over my clothes."
"I will, boss," with intense relief, "and I'll make you a stew out of
those rabbits nobody'll forget in a hurry."
Mack and Curly hurried off to the river's edge. Na-che and Jonas went
into the cave. Enoch looked at Diana. She was standing by the
breakfast fire slender and straight in her brown corduroy riding suit,
her wide, intelligent eyes studying Enoch's face. There was a glow of
crimson in the cream of her cheeks, for the morning air held frost in
its touch.
"May I go with you?" repeated Enoch. "I'll be very good!"
Diana did not reply at first. Moonlight and firelight had not
permitted her before to read clearly the story of suffering that was in
Enoch's face. During breakfast he had been laughing and chatting
constantly. But now, as he stood before her, she was appalled by what
she saw in the rugged face. There were two straight, deep lines
between his brows. The lines from nostril to lip corner were doubly
pronounced. The thin, sensitive lips were compressed. The clear,
kindly blue eyes were contracted as if Enoch were enduring actual
physical pain. Tall and powerful, his dark red hair tossed back from
his forehead, his look of trouble did not detract from the peculiar
forcefulness of his personality.
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