"Have Forr and Hard turned up?"
"No! And Curly and Mack aren't here, either! O you poor things!
Here, let me help! Na-che, take hold of this stretcher, there, on the
other side with the Judge and Jonas. Finished short of grub, didn't
you! Let's bring Mr. Milton right up to the cabin."
The cabin consisted of but one room with an adobe fireplace at one end
and bunks on two sides. There was a warm glow of fire and the smell of
meat cooking. They laid Milton tenderly on a bunk and as they did so
Jonas gave a great sob:
"Welcome home, I say, boss, welcome home!"
CHAPTER XIII
GRANT'S CROSSING
"Perfect memories! They are more precious than hope, more priceless
than dreams of the future."--_Enoch's Diary_.
"Now, every one of you get into dry clothes as quickly as you can,"
said Diana. "No! Don't one of you try to stir from the cabin! Come,
Na-che, we'll bring the men's bags up and go out to our tent while they
shift."
The two women were gone before the men could protest. They were back
with the bags in a few moments and in almost less time than it takes to
tell, the crew of the Ida was reclothed, Enoch in the riding suit that
Jonas had left with some of his own clothes in Na-che's care.
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