"
"Call Jonas!" said Diana, supporting Forrester against the tree. "One
of the men had better go for Mr. Harden."
"Then they got here!" exclaimed Forrester. "Thank God! How's Milton?
Any other accident?"
"Everything's all right! Here they all come!" For Jonas, then Agnew
and Enoch were rushing from the door and amid the hubbub of
exclamations, Forrester was landed in a bunk while Agnew started up the
trail indicated by Forrester. But he hardly had set out before he met
Curly, leading his horse with Harden clinging to the saddle. Both the
wanderers were fed and put to bed and told to sleep, before they tried
to tell their story. The day was warm and clear and Na-che and Jonas
prepared breakfast outside, serving it on the rough table, under the
cottonwoods. Enoch and Agnew, washed and shaved, were new men, though
still weak, Enoch, particularly, being muscle sore and weary. Harden
and Forrester woke for more food, at noon, then slept again. Milton
dozed and woke, drank feverishly of the water brought from the spring
near the cabin, and gazed with a look of complete satisfaction on the
unshaved dirty faces in the bunks across the room.
Agnew and Curly played poker all day long. Jonas and Na-che found
endless small tasks around the camp that required long consultations
between them and much laughter.
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