They floundered through the snow for two heavy hours before Diana
looked back at Enoch to say,
"We're only a mile from the cabin now, Enoch!"
"Only a mile!" exclaimed Enoch. "Diana, I wonder what your father will
say when he sees me!"
"He thinks you are two thousand miles from here!" laughed Diana.
"We'll see what he will say."
"And so," murmured Enoch to himself, "any perfect journey is ended."
BOOK IV
THE PHANTASM DESTROYED
CHAPTER XV
THE FIRING LINE AGAIN
"When I shall have given you up, Diana, I shall love my own solitude as
never before. For you will dwell there and he who has lovely thoughts
is never lonely."--_Enoch's Diary_.
The cabin was built of cedar logs. Frank had added to it as necessity
arose or his means permitted, and it sprawled pleasantly under the
pines, as if it belonged there and enjoyed being there. Na-che gave
her peculiar, far-carrying call, some moments before the cabin came
into view, and when the little cavalcade jingled up to the door, it was
wide open, a ruddy faced, white-haired man standing before it.
"Hello, Diana!" he shouted. "Where in seven thunders have you been!
You're a week late!"
Then his eyes fastened wonderingly on Enoch's face.
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