"Well, Frank, I was on a speaking trip, and the pressure of things got so bad that I decided to slip away from everybody and give myself a trip to the Canyon. That was about a month ago. I outfitted at a little village on the railroad, and shortly after that I joined some miners who were going up to the Canyon to placer prospect. We had been at the Canyon several days when Jonas and Diana and Na-che found us. Diana stayed a day or so, then Jonas and I went with a Geological Survey crew for a boating trip down the river. We had sundry adventures, finally landing at Grant's Ferry, our leader, Milton, with a broken leg. Here we found Diana and Na-che. Jonas and I left the others and came on here because I want to go down the trail with you. That, in brief, is my story." "Devilish brief!" snorted Frank. "Thank you for nothing! Diana, suppose you pad the skeleton a little." "Yes, I will, Dad, if you'll let Enoch go to his room and get into some dry clothes. I told Na-che to help herself for him from your supply." "Surely! Surely! What a rough bronco, I am! Let me show you to the guest room, Mr. Secretary--Enoch, I should say," and Frank led the way to a comfortable room whose windows gave a distant view of the Canyon rim. When Enoch returned to the living-room after a bath and some strenuous grooming at Jonas' hands, Diana had disappeared and Frank was standing before the fire, smoking a cigarette. He tossed it into the flames at Enoch's approach. "Enoch, my boy!" he said, then his voice broke, and the two men stood silently grasping each other's hands. Enoch was the first to find his voice. "Except for the white hair, Frank, the years have forgotten you." "Not quite, Enoch! Not quite! I don't take those trails as easily as I did once. You, yourself are changed, but one would expect that! Fourteen to thirty-six, isn't it?" Enoch nodded. "Will the snow make Bright Angel too difficult for you, Frank?" "Me? My Lord, no! Do I look a tenderfoot? We'll start to-morrow morning and take two days to it. Sit down, do! I've a thousand questions to ask you." "Before I begin to answer them, Frank, tell me if there is any way in which I can send a telegram. I must let my office know where I am, much as I regret the necessity." "You can telephone a message to the hotel," replied Frank. "They'll take care of it. But you realize that your traveling incog. will be all out if you do that?" "Not necessarily!" Enoch chuckled. Frank called the hotel on the telephone and handed the instrument to Enoch, who smiled as he gave the message. "Mr. Charles Abbott, 8946 Blank Street, Washington, D. C. The boss can be reached now at El Tovar, Jonas." "But won't Abbott wire you?" asked Frank. "No, he'll wire Jonas. See if he doesn't," replied Enoch. "And now for the questions. Oh, Diana!" rising as Diana, in a brown silk house frock, came into the room. "How lovely you look! Doesn't she, Frank?"