"You're a new man!" said Diana, softly.
Enoch nodded. "And now I'm to have the ride back to El Tovar with you
and the trip down Bright Angel with you and your father! For once
Diana, Fate is minding her own business and letting me mind mine."
Jonas approached hesitatingly. "Na-che said I had to tell you, boss,
though I didn't want to disturb you, she said I had to though she
wouldn't do it herself. Dinner is on the table. And you know, boss,
you ain't like you was when a bowl of cereal would do you."
"I shouldn't have tempted fate, Diana!" Enoch sighed, as he rose and
followed her to the cottonwood.
Try as he would, during the afternoon, he could not bring about another
tete-a-tete with Diana. Finally as dusk drew near, he threw himself
down, under the cedar tree, his eyes sadly watching the evening mists
rise over the river. His dark figure merged with the shadow of the
cedar and Na-che and Jonas, establishing themselves on the gunwale of
the Ida for one of their confidential chats did not perceive him. He
himself gave them no heed until he heard Jonas say vehemently:
"You're crazy, Na-che! I'm telling you the boss won't never marry."
"How do you know what's in your boss's mind?" demanded Na-che.
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