"Jonas, I've just had a reply from the wire I sent Abbott
this morning. The President wants me at once. Will you go up to the
hotel and arrange for transportation out of here tonight? Remember, I
don't want it known who I am."
"Yes, Mr. Secretary!" exclaimed Jonas. Hastily wiping his hands, he
murmured to Na-che, as Enoch turned away: "No trip down Bright Angel,
Na-che. Ain't it a shame to think that love ring--" But Enoch heard
no more.
Diana stood before the fire in the gathering twilight. "Is there
anything Dad or I can do to facilitate your start, Enoch?"
"Nothing, Diana. Jonas is a past master in this sort of thing, and he
prefers to do it all himself. You and I have only to think of each
other until I have to leave."
He took Diana's face between his hands and gazed at it hungrily. "How
beautiful, how beautiful you are!" he said, his rich voice dying in a
sigh.
"Don't sigh, Enoch!" exclaimed Diana. "We must not make this last
moment sad. You are going back into the arena, fit for the fight.
That makes me very, very glad. And while you have told me nothing as
to your intentions concerning Brown, I know that your decision, when it
comes, will be right."
"I don't know what that decision will be, Diana.
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