"Sometime to-morrow then. To-night I've got to get my revenge on Agnew. He's a wild cat, that's what he is. Must have been born in a gambling den. Sit in with us, Judge or anybody!" "Not I," said Enoch, shortly. "Still disapprove, don't you, Judge!" gibed Curly. "How about the rest of you? Diana, can you play poker?" "Thanks, Curly! My early education in that line was neglected." Diana smiled and turned to Enoch. "Judge, do you think you'll feel up to starting to-morrow afternoon? There's a spring five miles west that we could make if we leave here at two o'clock and I'd like to feel that I'd at least made a start, to-morrow. My father is going to be very much worried about me. I'm nearly a week overdue, now." "I'll be ready whenever you are, Diana. How about you, Jonas?" "I'm always on hand, boss. Mr. Milton, can I have the broken oar blade we kept to patch the Ida with?" "What do you want it for, Jonas?" asked Milton. "I'm going to have it framed. And Mr. Harden and Mr. Agnew, don't forget those fillums!" "Lucky for you the films were stored in the Ida, Jonas!" exclaimed Agnew. "I'll develop some of those in the morning, and see what sort of a show you put up." Diana rose. "Well, good night to you all! Mr. Milton, is there anything Na-che or I can do for you?" "No, thank you, Miss Allen, I think I'm in good hands." Enoch rose to open the door for Diana. "Thank you, Judge," she said, "Good night!" "Diana," said Enoch, under cover of the conversation at the table, "before we start to-morrow, will you give me half an hour alone with you?" There was pain and determination both in Enoch's voice. Diana glanced at him a little anxiously as she answered, "Yes, I will, Enoch." "Good night, Diana," and Enoch retired to his bunk, where he lay wide awake long after the card game was ended and the room in darkness save for the dull glow of the fire. He made no attempt the next day to obtain the half hour Diana had promised him. He helped Jonas with their meager preparations for the trip, then took a gun and started along the trail which led up the Ferry canyon to the desert. But he had not gone a hundred yards, when Diana called. "Wait a moment, Judge! I'll go with you." She joined him shortly with her gun and game bag. "We'll have Na-che cook us a day's supply of meat before we start," she said. "The hunting is apt to be poor on the trail we're to take home." Enoch nodded but said nothing. Something of the old grim look was in his eyes again. He paused at the point where the canyon gave place to the desert. Here a gnarled mesquite tree and an old half-buried log beneath it, offered mute evidence of a gigantic flooding of the river. "Let's sit here for a little while, Diana," he said. They put their guns against the mesquite tree and sat down facing the distant river.