A mule came swiftly down the last turn of the trail and headed for the spring.  The man who was riding him pulled him back on his haunches with a “Whoa, you mule!” that echoed like a cannon shot.  Then he flung himself off with another cry.

“Oh, boss!  Oh, boss!  Here he is, Miss Diana!  O dear Lord, here he is!  Boss!  Boss!  How come you to treat me so!”

And Jonas threw his arms around Enoch with a sob that could not be repressed.

Enoch put a shaking hand on Jonas’ shoulder.  “So you found your bad charge, old man, didn’t you?”

“Me find you?  No, boss, Miss Diana, she found you.  Here she is!”

Diana dropped from her horse, slender and tall in her riding clothes.

“So Jonas’ pain is relieved, eh, Mr. Huntingdon!  Are you having a good holiday?”

“Great!” replied Enoch huskily.

“I told Jonas it was the most sensible thing a man could do, who was as tired as you are, but he would have it you’d die without him.  If you don’t want him, I’ll take him away.”

“You’d have to take me feet first, Miss Diana,” said Jonas, with a grin.  “Where’s that Na-che?”

“Here she comes!” laughed Diana.  “Poor Na-che!  She hates to hurry!  She’s got a real grievance against you, Jonas.”

Two pack mules lunged down the trail, followed by a squat figure on an Indian pony.

“This is Na-che, Mr. Huntingdon,” said Diana.

Enoch shook hands with the Indian woman, whose face was as dark as Jonas’ in the moonlight.  “Where’s your camp, Mr. Huntingdon?” Diana went on.

“Just a moment!” Enoch had recovered his composure.  “I am with two miners, Mackay and Field.  To them, I am a lawyer named Smith.  I would like very much to remain unknown to them during the remaining two weeks of my vacation.”

Jonas heaved a great sigh that sounded curiously like an expression of vast and many sided relief.  Then he chuckled.  “Easy enough for me.  You can’t never be nothing but Boss to me.”

But Diana was troubled.  “I thought we’d camp with your outfit to-night.  But we’d better not.  I’d be sure to make a break.  Are you positive that these men don’t know you?”

“Positive!” exclaimed Enoch.  “Why, just look at me, Miss Allen!”

Diana glanced at boots, overalls and flannel shirt, coming to pause at the fine lion-like head.  “Of course, your disguise is very impressive,” she laughed.  “But I would say that it was impressive in that it accents your own peculiarities.”

“That outfit is something fierce, boss.  I brung you some riding breeches,” exclaimed Jonas.

“I don’t want ’em,” said Enoch.  “Miss Allen, Field calls me Judge.  How would that do?”

“Well, I’ll try it,” agreed Diana reluctantly.  “I know both the men, by the way.  Mack, especially, is well known among the Indians.  What explanation shall we make them?”