Arizona -- Fiction; Grand Canyon (Ariz.) -- Fiction; Western stories
Enoch obediently mounted, Diana fell in beside him, and looked
anxiously into his face. "Please, Judge, are you very cross with me
for breaking in on you? But poor Jonas was consumed with fear for you."
Enoch put his hand on Diana's as it rested on her knee. "You must
know!" he said, and was silent.
"Then it's all right," sighed Diana, after a moment.
"Yes, it's quite all right! How did Jonas find you?"
"It seems that he and Charley concluded that you must have headed
toward Bright Angel. Charley went on to Washington to keep things in
order there. Jonas went up to El Tovar. I had just outfitted for a
trip into the Hopi country when Jonas came to me. He had talked to no
one. He is wonderfully circumspect, but he was frantic beneath his
calm. He begged me to find you for him and--well, I was a little
anxious myself--so I didn't need much urging. We had only been out a
week when we met John Red Sun. The rest was easy. If a person sticks
to the trails in Arizona it's difficult not to trace them. Look,
Judge, your friends have lighted a signal fire."
"Poor chaps! They're starved and worried!" Enoch quickened his mule's
pace and Diana fell in behind him.
Mack and Curly were standing beside the blaze at the edge of the
plateau. Enoch jumped from the saddle.
"I'm awfully sorry, fellows! But you see, I was detained by a lady!"
"For heaven's sake, Diana!" cried Mack. "Where did you come from?"
"Hello, Mack! Hello, Curly!" Diana dismounted and shook hands. "Well,
the Judge gave his friends the slip. Everybody was satisfied but his
colored man, Jonas. He was absolutely certain the Judge wouldn't keep
his face clean or his feet dry and he so worked on my feelings that I
trailed you people. I was going into the Hopi country anyhow."
Curly gave Enoch a knowing glance. "We thought he was putting
something over on us. What is he, Diana, a member of the Supreme
Bench?"
"Huh! Hardly!"
Everybody laughed at Diana's derisive tone and Curly added, "Anyhow,
he's a rotten cook. I was thinking of putting Mack back on his old
job."
"Don't intrude, Curly," said Enoch. "I've been out and brought in an
assistant who's an expert."
"That's you, I suppose, Diana!" Mack chuckled.
"No, it's Jonas, the colored man. He'll be along with Na-che in a
moment. This isn't your camp?"
"Come along, Miss Allen!" exclaimed Enoch. "I'll show you a camp
that's run by an expert."
Mack and Curly groaned and followed Enoch and Diana down to the cave,
Jonas and Na-che appearing shortly. Jonas, hobbling to the cave
opening stood for a moment, gazing at the group around the fire in
silent despair. Finally he said:
"When I get back to Washington, if I live to get there, they'll put me
out of the Baptist Church as a liar, if I try to tell 'em what I been
through. Boss, what you trying to do?"
"Dress these quail," grunted Enoch.
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