“Why not the truth?” asked Enoch.  “I mean, tell them that I slipped away from my friends and that Jonas tagged.”

“Very well!” Diana and Jonas both nodded.

“And now,” Enoch lifted his game bag, “let’s get on.  My partners are going to be worried.  And I’m the cook for the outfit, too.”

“Boss,” Jonas took the game bag, “you take my mule and go on with Miss Diana and Na-che and I’ll come along with the rest of the cattle.”

Enoch obediently mounted, Diana fell in beside him, and looked anxiously into his face.  “Please, Judge, are you very cross with me for breaking in on you?  But poor Jonas was consumed with fear for you.”

Enoch put his hand on Diana’s as it rested on her knee.  “You must know!” he said, and was silent.

“Then it’s all right,” sighed Diana, after a moment.

“Yes, it’s quite all right!  How did Jonas find you?”

“It seems that he and Charley concluded that you must have headed toward Bright Angel.  Charley went on to Washington to keep things in order there.  Jonas went up to El Tovar.  I had just outfitted for a trip into the Hopi country when Jonas came to me.  He had talked to no one.  He is wonderfully circumspect, but he was frantic beneath his calm.  He begged me to find you for him and—­well, I was a little anxious myself—­so I didn’t need much urging.  We had only been out a week when we met John Red Sun.  The rest was easy.  If a person sticks to the trails in Arizona it’s difficult not to trace them.  Look, Judge, your friends have lighted a signal fire.”

“Poor chaps!  They’re starved and worried!” Enoch quickened his mule’s pace and Diana fell in behind him.

Mack and Curly were standing beside the blaze at the edge of the plateau.  Enoch jumped from the saddle.

“I’m awfully sorry, fellows!  But you see, I was detained by a lady!”

“For heaven’s sake, Diana!” cried Mack.  “Where did you come from?”

“Hello, Mack!  Hello, Curly!” Diana dismounted and shook hands.  “Well, the Judge gave his friends the slip.  Everybody was satisfied but his colored man, Jonas.  He was absolutely certain the Judge wouldn’t keep his face clean or his feet dry and he so worked on my feelings that I trailed you people.  I was going into the Hopi country anyhow.”

Curly gave Enoch a knowing glance.  “We thought he was putting something over on us.  What is he, Diana, a member of the Supreme Bench?”

“Huh!  Hardly!”

Everybody laughed at Diana’s derisive tone and Curly added, “Anyhow, he’s a rotten cook.  I was thinking of putting Mack back on his old job.”

“Don’t intrude, Curly,” said Enoch.  “I’ve been out and brought in an assistant who’s an expert.”

“That’s you, I suppose, Diana!” Mack chuckled.

“No, it’s Jonas, the colored man.  He’ll be along with Na-che in a moment.  This isn’t your camp?”