“What is it, Jonas?” asked Diana.

“Well, up ahead a spell in these woods, there’s a round open space and in the middle of it under a big rock an Injun and his sweetheart is buried.  Something like a million years ago he stole her from over yonder from the—­” he hesitated, and Na-che said softly: 

“Hopis.”

“Yes, the Hopis.  And her tribe come lickety-cut after her, and overtook ’em at that spot yonder, and her father give her the choice of coming back or both of ’em dying right there.  They chose to die, and there they are.  Wee-tah and Na-che and all the Injuns believe—­”

Na-che pulled at his sleeve.

“Oh, I forgot!  We ain’t going to tell you what they believe, because whites don’t never have the right kind of faith.  Let me alone, Na-che.  How come you think I can’t tell this story?  But what we ask of you is, will you and Miss Allen, boss, go up to that stone yonder, and lay this eagle’s feather beside it, then sit on the stone until a star falls.”

Enoch and Diana looked at each other, half smiling.

“Don’t say no,” urged Na-che.  “You want to take a walk, anyhow.”

“And what happens, if the star falls?” asked Diana.

“Something mighty good,” replied Jonas.

“It’s pretty cold for sitting still so long, isn’t Jonas?” asked Enoch.

“You can take a blanket to wrap round yourselves.  Do it, boss!  You know you and Miss Diana don’t care where you are as long as you get a little time alone together.”

Enoch laughed.  “Come along, Diana!  Who knows what Indian magic might do for us!”

“That’s right,” Na-che nodded approval.  “There’s an old trail to it, see!” she led Diana beyond the camp pine, and pointed to the faint black line, that was traceable in the sand under the trees.  The pine forest was absolutely clear of undergrowth.

“Come on, Enoch,” laughed Diana, and Enoch, chuckling, joined her, while the two magicians stood by the fire, interest and satisfaction showing in every line of their faces.

Diana had little difficulty following the trail.  To Enoch’s unaccustomed eyes and feet, the ease with which she led the way was astonishing.  She walked swiftly under the trees for ten minutes, then paused on the edge of a wide amphitheater, rich in starlight.  In the center lay a huge flat stone.  They made their way through the sand to this.  Dimly they could discern that the sides of the rock were covered with hieroglyphics.  Diana laid the eagle’s feather in a crevice at the end of the rock.

“See!” exclaimed Enoch.  “Other lovers have been here before!” He pointed to feathers at different points in the rock.  “It must indeed be strong magic!”

He folded one blanket for a seat, another he pulled over their shoulders, for in spite of the brisk walk, they both were shivering with the cold.

“What do you suppose the world at large would say,” chuckled Diana, “if it would see the Secretary of the Interior, at this moment.”