All the afternoon the trees
increased in size and when they made camp at night, it was under a
giant pine whose kindred stretched in every direction as far as the eye
could pierce through the dusk. There was water in a tiny rivulet near
by.
"It's heavenly, Diana!" exclaimed Enoch, as he returned from hobbling
the horses. "We must be getting well up as to elevation. There is a
tang to the air that says so."
Diana nodded a little sadly. "One night more, after this, then you'll
sleep at El Tovar, Enoch."
"I'm not thinking even of to-morrow, Diana. This moment is enough.
Are you tired?"
"Tired? No!" but the eyes she lifted to Enoch's were faintly shadowed.
"Perhaps," she suggested, "I'm not living quite so completely in the
present as you are."
"Necessity hasn't trained you during the years, as it has me," said
Enoch. "If the trail had not been so bad to-day and I could have
ridden beside you, I think I could have kept your thoughts here,
sweetheart."
"I think you could have, Enoch," agreed Diana, with a wistful smile.
The hunting had been good that day. Amongst them, the travelers had
bagged numerous quail and cottontails, and Jonas had brought in at noon
a huge jack rabbit. This they could not eat but its left hind foot,
Jonas claimed, would make a sensation in Washington.
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