"That's an Indian's job," she
said. "You take care of Mr. Milton, Diana, while I go."
"That's sensible," agreed Diana. "Start now, Na-che. You should reach
Wilson's by to-morrow night and telephone to the Agent's house.
That'll save you forty miles."
Jonas' face which had fallen greatly suddenly brightened. "Somebody's
coming!" he cried. "I hope it's our folks!"
The door opened abruptly and in walked Curly and Mack.
"Here's the whole family!" exclaimed Curly. "Well, if you folks don't
look like Siberian convicts, whiskers and all! Some trip, eh?"
Mack, shaking hands all round, stopped beside Milton's bunk. "What
went wrong, bud? and where's the rest of the bunch?"
Enoch told the story, this time. Mack shook his head as the final
plans were outlined.
"Na-che had better stay and nurse Milton. I'm feeling fine. We just
loafed along down here. I'll start out right away. I should reach
Wilson's to-morrow night, as you say, and telephone the doctor. Then
I'll load up with grub at Wilson's and turn back. Do you find much
game round here?"
Diana nodded. "Plenty of rabbit and quail, and we have some bacon and
coffee."
"I guess I'd better go out and look for the two foot-passengers,"
suggested Curly.
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