When Enoch returned after breakfast
from a languid inspection of the Ida, Diana was not to be seen. She
had gone out to get some quail, Na-che said. She returned in an hour
or so, with a good bag of rabbit and birds.
"To-morrow, that will be my job," said Enoch.
"If she wouldn't let me go, she mustn't let you!" called Curly, from
his poker game, under the trees.
"Yes, I'll let any of you take it over, to-morrow," replied Diana,
giving Na-che gun and bag. "To-morrow, Na-che and I turn the rescue
mission over to you men and start for Bright Angel."
"Oh, where's your heart, Miss Allen!" cried Agnew. "Aren't you going
to wait to learn what the doctor says about Milton?"
"And Diana," urged Enoch, "Jonas and I want to go up to Bright Angel
with you and Na-che. Won't you wait a day longer, just till we're a
little more fit?"
Diana, in her worn corduroy habit, her soft hat pulled well over her
great eyes, looked from Agnew to Enoch, smiled and did not reply.
Enoch waited impatiently without the door while she made a call on
Milton.
"Diana!" he exclaimed, when she came out, "aren't you going to talk to
me even? Do come down by the Ida and see if we can't be rid of this
horde of people for a while.
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