For a time, after this was done, Enoch and Diana sat before the tiny
eye of fire, listening to the subdued chatter with which Jonas and
Na-che cleared up the meal.
Suddenly, Enoch said, "Diana, how brilliant the stars are, to-night!
Why can't we climb to the top of the butte for a little while? I feel
smothered here. It's far worse than the river bottom."
"Aren't you too tired?" asked Diana.
"Not too tired for as short a climb as that, unless you are feeling
done up!"
"I!" laughed Diana. "Why, Na-che will vouch for it that I've never had
such a lazy trip before! Na-che, the Judge and I are going up the
butte. Just keep a little glow of fire for us, will you, so that we
can locate the camp easily."
"Yes, Diana, and don't be frightened if you hear noises. I'm going to
teach Jonas a Navajo song."
"We'll try not to be," replied Diana, laughing as she rose.
It was an ascent of several hundred feet, but easily made and the view
from the top more than repaid them for the effort. In all his desert
nights, Enoch never had seen the stars so vivid. For miles about them
the shadowy peaks and chasms were discernible. And Diana's face was
delicately clear cut as she seated herself on a block of stone and
looked up at him.
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