To Enoch's
unaccustomed eyes and feet, the ease with which she led the way was
astonishing. She walked swiftly under the trees for ten minutes, then
paused on the edge of a wide amphitheater, rich in starlight. In the
center lay a huge flat stone. They made their way through the sand to
this. Dimly they could discern that the sides of the rock were covered
with hieroglyphics. Diana laid the eagle's feather in a crevice at the
end of the rock.
"See!" exclaimed Enoch. "Other lovers have been here before!" He
pointed to feathers at different points in the rock. "It must indeed
be strong magic!"
He folded one blanket for a seat, another he pulled over their
shoulders, for in spite of the brisk walk, they both were shivering
with the cold.
"What do you suppose the world at large would say," chuckled Diana, "if
it would see the Secretary of the Interior, at this moment."
"I think it would say that as a human being, it was beginning to have
hope of him," replied Enoch.
Then they fell silent. The great trees that widely encircled them were
motionless. The heavens seemed made of stars. Enoch drew Diana close
against him, and leaned his cheek upon her hair. Slowly a jack rabbit
loped toward the ancient grave, stopped to gaze with burning eyes at
the two motionless figures, twitched his ears and slowly hopped away.
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