A few moments of strenuous scrambling and pulling and Na-che was on the plateau brushing the sand from her clothes.
"Sit down and get your breath, Na-che," said Enoch.
"I'm fine! I don't need to sit," answered Na-che. "Let's get along."
She started on briskly.
"I suppose things like that are of daily occurrence!" exclaimed Enoch.
"Miss Allen, don't you think you could be more careful!"
Again Diana laughed. "It wasn't I who slipped into the crevice!"
"No, but I'll wager you've had many an accident."
"That's where part of the fun comes in. Why, only yesterday we had the most thrilling escape. We—"
"Please! I don't want to hear it!" protested Enoch,
"Pshaw! There's no more daily risk here, than there is in the streets of a large city."
Enoch grunted and followed as Diana hurried after Na-che. The course now led along the edge of the plateau which here hung directly above the river. The water twisted far below like a sinuous brown ribbon. The nooning sky was bronze blue and burning hot. The world seemed very huge, to Enoch; the three of them, toiling so carefully over the yellow plateau, very small and insignificant. He did not talk much during the rest intervals. He would light his pipe and smoke as if in physical contentment, but his deep blue eyes were burning and somber as they rested on the vast emptiness about them. Na-che always dozed during the stops. Diana, after she had observed the look in Enoch's eyes, occupied herself in writing up her note book.