"How about the rest
of you? Diana, can you play poker?"
"Thanks, Curly! My early education in that line was neglected." Diana
smiled and turned to Enoch. "Judge, do you think you'll feel up to
starting to-morrow afternoon? There's a spring five miles west that we
could make if we leave here at two o'clock and I'd like to feel that
I'd at least made a start, to-morrow. My father is going to be very
much worried about me. I'm nearly a week overdue, now."
"I'll be ready whenever you are, Diana. How about you, Jonas?"
"I'm always on hand, boss. Mr. Milton, can I have the broken oar blade
we kept to patch the Ida with?"
"What do you want it for, Jonas?" asked Milton.
"I'm going to have it framed. And Mr. Harden and Mr. Agnew, don't
forget those fillums!"
"Lucky for you the films were stored in the Ida, Jonas!" exclaimed
Agnew. "I'll develop some of those in the morning, and see what sort
of a show you put up."
Diana rose. "Well, good night to you all! Mr. Milton, is there
anything Na-che or I can do for you?"
"No, thank you, Miss Allen, I think I'm in good hands."
Enoch rose to open the door for Diana. "Thank you, Judge," she said,
"Good night!"
"Diana," said Enoch, under cover of the conversation at the table,
"before we start to-morrow, will you give me half an hour alone with
you?"
There was pain and determination both in Enoch's voice.
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