All the afternoon, Enoch, riding under the burning sun, through the ever shifting miracles of color, rested in his happy dream. The past and the future did not exist for him. It was enough that Diana, straight and slender and unflagging rode before him. It was enough that that evening after the years of yearning he would feel the touch of Lucy's hand on his burning forehead. For the first time in his life, Enoch's spirit was at peace. The pools were well up on the desert, where pinnacles and buttes had given way at last to a roughly level country, with only occasional fissures as reminders of the canyon. Bear grass and yucca, barrel and fish-hook cactus as well as the ocotilla appeared. The sun was sinking when the horses smelled water and cantered to the shallow but grateful basins. Far to the south, the chaos out of which they had labored was black, and mysterious with drifting vapors. The wind which whirled forever among the chasms was left behind. They had entered into silence and tranquillity. After supper and while the last glow of the sunsets still clung to the western horizon, Na-che said, "Jonas, you want to see the great Navajo charm, made by Navajo god when he made these waterholes?" Jonas pricked up his ears. "Is it a good charm or a hoo-doo?" "If you come at it right, it means you never die," Na-che nodded her head solemnly. Jonas put a cat's claw root on the fire. "All right! You see, woman, that I come at it right." Na-che smiled and led the way eastward. "Bless them!" exclaimed Enoch. "They're doing the very best they can for us!" "And they're having a beautiful time with each other," added Diana. "I think Jonas loves you as much as Na-che loves me." "I don't deserve that much love," said Enoch, watching the fire glow on Diana's face. "But he is the truest friend I have on earth." Diana gave him a quick, wide-eyed glance. "Ah, but you don't know me, as Jonas does! I wouldn't want you to know me as he does!" exclaimed Enoch. "I'll not admit either Lucy or Jonas as serious rivals," protested Diana. Enoch laughed. "Dearest, I have told you things that Jonas would not dream existed. I have poured out my heart to you, night after night. All a boy's aching dreams, all a man's hopes and fears, I've shared with you. Jonas was not that kind of friend. I first met him when I became secretary to the Mayor of New York. He was a sort of porter or doorman at the City Hall. He gradually began to do little personal things for me and before I realized just how it was accomplished, he became my valet and steward, and was keeping house for me in a little flat up on Fourth Avenue. "And then, when I was still in the City Hall I had a row with Luigi. He spoke of my mother to a group of officials I was taking through Minetta Lane.