"Yes and no!" replied Enoch. "No man could help being moved and flattered, yes, and tempted by the suggestion. And yet when I think of the loneliness of a man like me in the White House, the loneliness, and the gradual disillusionment such as the President spoke of you, the temptation has very little effect on me." "How kind he was that day!" exclaimed Diana, "and how many years ago it seems!" They rode on in silence for a few moments, then Diana exclaimed, "Look, Enoch dear!" Ahead of them, along the rim of the bowl, an Indian rode. His long hair was flying in the wind. Both he and his horse were silhouetted sharply against the brilliant western sky. "Make a picture of it, Diana!" cried Enoch. Diana shook her head. "I could make nothing of it!" Na-che gave a long, shrill call, which the Indian returned, then pulled up his horse to wait for them. When Enoch and Diana reached the rim, the others already had overtaken him. "It's Wee-tah!" exclaimed Diana, then as she shook hands, she added: "Where are you going so fast, Wee-tah?" The Indian, a handsome young buck, his hair bound with a knotted handkerchief, glanced at Enoch and answered Diana in Navajo. Diana nodded, then said: "Judge, this is Wee-tah, a friend of mine." Enoch and the Indian shook hands gravely, and Diana said, "Can't you take supper with us, Wee-tah?" "You stay, Wee-tah," Na-che put in abruptly. "Jonas and I want you to help us with a charm." "Na-che says you know a heap about charms, Mr. Wee-tah!" exclaimed Jonas. Wee-tah grinned affably. "I stay," he said. "Only the whites have to hurry. Good water hole right there." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder, then turned his pony and led the way a few hundred yards to a low outcropping of stones, the hollowed top of which held a few precious gallons of rain water. "My Lordy!" exclaimed Jonas, as he and Enoch were hobbling their horses, "if I don't have some charms and hoo-doos to put over on those Baptist folks back home! Why, these Indians have got even a Georgia nigger beat for knowing the spirits." "Jonas, you're an old fool, but I love you!" said Enoch. Jonas chuckled, and hurried off to help Na-che with the supper. The stunted cat's claw and mesquite which grew here plentifully made possible a glorious fire that was most welcome, for the evening was cold. Enoch undertook to keep the big blaze going while Wee-tah prepared a small fire at a little distance for cooking purposes. After supper the two Indians and Jonas gathered round this while Enoch and Diana remained at what Jonas designated as the front room stove. "What solitary trip was Wee-tah undertaking?" asked Enoch. "Or mustn't I inquire?" "On one of the buttes in the canyon country," replied Diana, "Wee-tah's grandfather, a great chief, was killed, years ago. Wee-tah is going up to that butte to pray for his little son who has never been born."