"No, Miss Diana. If the boss can stand these goings on, I can. How come he ever thought this was sport, I don't know. I'll never live to get him back home!" "Where are you going, Jonas?" called Curly. Jonas paused. "I ain't going to turn myself round, unless I have to. What's wanted?" "I just wanted to warn you that the Colorado's no place for a morning swim," Curly said. "I'm just going to get the boss's shaving water." "There's a hint for you, Judge," Curly turned to Enoch. "I hope you plan to give more attention to your toilet after this." "You go to blazes, Curly," said Enoch amiably. "I haven't got the reputation for pulchritude to live up to that you have." "Diana's imagination was in working order last night," volunteered Mack. "To my positive knowledge Curly ain't washed or shaved for three days." "You've drunk of the Hassayampa too, Mack!" Curly ran the comb through his black locks vindictively. "What's the effect of that draught?" asked Enoch. "You never tell the truth again," said Curly. Na-che's voice floated in. "Jonas, you tell the men I got breakfast already for 'em. Tell 'em to bring their own cups and plates." "Sounds rotten, huh?" Curly sauntered out of the cave. It was a very pleasant meal. To Enoch it was all a dream. It seemed impossible for him to absorb the fact that he and Diana were together in the Colorado Canyon. When the last of the coffee was gone, Curly looked at his watch, then turned severely to Enoch. "We're an hour earlier than we've ever been, and all because of women! Aren't you ashamed?" "Run along and wash dirt," returned Enoch. "For two cents I'd tell how long it took me to get you up yesterday morning." "What's your program, Diana?" asked Mack. "Na-che and I are going over to the cliff dwelling. We'll be gone all day." "I'll act as guide," said Enoch with alacrity. "It's not necessary!" exclaimed Diana. "I don't want to interrupt your camp routine at all. You just give us directions, Judge. Na-che and I are old hands at this, you know." "Oh, take him along, Diana! He'll be crying in a minute," sniffed Curly. "Jonas, you'll stay and give us a feed, won't you?" "I got to look out for the boss," Jonas spoke anxiously. A shout went up. "Jonas, old boy," said Enoch, "you stay in camp to-day and er--look over my clothes." "I will, boss," with intense relief, "and I'll make you a stew out of those rabbits nobody'll forget in a hurry." Mack and Curly hurried off to the river's edge. Na-che and Jonas went into the cave. Enoch looked at Diana. She was standing by the breakfast fire slender and straight in her brown corduroy riding suit, her wide, intelligent eyes studying Enoch's face. There was a glow of crimson in the cream of her cheeks, for the morning air held frost in its touch. "May I go with you?" repeated Enoch. "I'll be very good!"