They were obliged to depend on their canteens for water and
there was no sign of forage for the horses and mules. Every one was
glad when the noon hour came.
"It will be better, to-night," explained Diana. "There are water holes
known as Indian's Cups that we should reach before dark. They're sure
to be full of water, for it has rained so much lately. The way will be
far easier to-morrow, Enoch, so that we can talk as we go."
They were standing by the horses, waiting for Jonas and Na-che to put
the dishes in one of the packs.
"Diana, do you realize that you made no comment whatever on what I told
you yesterday? Didn't the story of Lucy seem wonderful to you?"
"I was too deeply moved to make any very sane comment," replied Diana.
"Enoch, will you let me see the diary?"
"When I die, it is to be yours, but--" he hesitated, "it tells so many
of my weaknesses, that I wouldn't like to be alive and feel that you
know so much about them." He laughed a little sadly.
"Yet you told Lucy them, didn't you?" insisted Diana with a smile.
"Don't make me jealous of that person, Enoch!"
"She was you!" returned Enoch, briefly. "To-night, I'll tell you,
Lucy, some of the things you have forgotten."
"You're a dear," murmured Diana, under her breath, turning to mount as
Jonas and Na-che clambered into their saddles.
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