"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.