“Shucks!” sniffed Curly, “that isn’t saying anything, is it, Judge?”

“It’s hard to put her into words,” replied Enoch carefully.  “Curly, are you too tired to continue our last night’s talk?”

“Oh, let’s put it over till to-morrow!  We’ve lots of time!” Curly gave a great yawn.

Enoch said nothing more but rolled himself in his blankets, with the full intention of formulating his line of conduct toward Diana before going to sleep.  He stretched himself luxuriously in the sand and the next thing he heard was Diana’s laugh outside.  He opened his eyes in bewilderment.  It was dawn without the cave.  Jonas was hobbling down toward the river.

“Oh, Jonas, you poor thing!  Do let Na-che give you a good rubdown before you try to do anything!”

“No, Miss Diana.  If the boss can stand these goings on, I can.  How come he ever thought this was sport, I don’t know.  I’ll never live to get him back home!”

“Where are you going, Jonas?” called Curly.

Jonas paused.  “I ain’t going to turn myself round, unless I have to.  What’s wanted?”

“I just wanted to warn you that the Colorado’s no place for a morning swim,” Curly said.

“I’m just going to get the boss’s shaving water.”

“There’s a hint for you, Judge,” Curly turned to Enoch.  “I hope you plan to give more attention to your toilet after this.”

“You go to blazes, Curly,” said Enoch amiably.  “I haven’t got the reputation for pulchritude to live up to that you have.”

“Diana’s imagination was in working order last night,” volunteered Mack.  “To my positive knowledge Curly ain’t washed or shaved for three days.”

“You’ve drunk of the Hassayampa too, Mack!” Curly ran the comb through his black locks vindictively.

“What’s the effect of that draught?” asked Enoch.

“You never tell the truth again,” said Curly.

Na-che’s voice floated in.  “Jonas, you tell the men I got breakfast already for ’em.  Tell ’em to bring their own cups and plates.”

“Sounds rotten, huh?” Curly sauntered out of the cave.

It was a very pleasant meal.  To Enoch it was all a dream.  It seemed impossible for him to absorb the fact that he and Diana were together in the Colorado Canyon.  When the last of the coffee was gone, Curly looked at his watch, then turned severely to Enoch.

“We’re an hour earlier than we’ve ever been, and all because of women!  Aren’t you ashamed?”

“Run along and wash dirt,” returned Enoch.  “For two cents I’d tell how long it took me to get you up yesterday morning.”

“What’s your program, Diana?” asked Mack.

“Na-che and I are going over to the cliff dwelling.  We’ll be gone all day.”

“I’ll act as guide,” said Enoch with alacrity.

“It’s not necessary!” exclaimed Diana.  “I don’t want to interrupt your camp routine at all.  You just give us directions, Judge.  Na-che and I are old hands at this, you know.”