"Na-che had better stay and nurse Milton. I'm feeling fine. We just loafed along down here. I'll start out right away. I should reach Wilson's to-morrow night, as you say, and telephone the doctor. Then I'll load up with grub at Wilson's and turn back. Do you find much game round here?" Diana nodded. "Plenty of rabbit and quail, and we have some bacon and coffee." "I guess I'd better go out and look for the two foot-passengers," suggested Curly. "I'll stay out to-night and report to-morrow evening." "We'll be in shape by morning to start on the search," said Enoch. Curly turned to his former cook with a grin. "Well, Judge, is your little vacation giving you the rest you wanted?" Enoch, gaunt, unshaven, exhausted, his blue eyes blood-shot, nodded contentedly. "I'm having the time of my life, Curly." "I had a bull dog once," said Curly. "If I'd take a barrel stave and pound him with it, saying all the time, 'Nice doggie, isn't this fun! Isn't this a nice little stick! Don't you like these little love pats?' he'd wag his tail and slobber and tell me how much he enjoyed it and beg for more. But, if I took a straw and tapped him with it, telling him he was a poor dog, that nobody loved him, that I was breaking his ribs which he richly deserved, why that bull pup nearly died of suffering of body and anguish of mind." Enoch shook his head sadly. "A great evangelist was lost when you took to placer mining, Curly." Mack had been talking quietly to Milton. "I don't believe it was the river water, that upset you. I think you have drunk from some poison spring. I did that once, up in this country, and it took me six months to get over it, because I couldn't get to a doctor. But I believe a doctor could fix you right up. Do you recall drinking water the other men didn't?" "Any number of times, on exploring trips to the river!" Milton looked immensely cheered. "I think you may be right, Mack." "I'll bet you two bits that's all that ails you, son!" Mack rose from the edge of the bunk. "Well, folks, I'm off! Look for me when you see me!" "I'll mooch along too," Curly rose and stretched himself. "I'm not going to try to thank all you folks!" Milton's weak voice was husky. "That's what us Arizonians always wait for before we do the decent thing," said Mack, with a smile. "Come along, Curly, you lazy chuckawalla you!" And the door slammed behind them. "They're stem winders, both of them!" exclaimed Agnew. "Diana," said Enoch, "I wish you'd sit down. You've done enough for us."