"You go over to the Hopi country with us," said Na-che, softly.
"I dassen't do it!" groaned Jonas. "You'll have to serve that stew, Na-che. My nerves is just too upset. I gotta go off and sit down somewhere."
"Don't you worry," whispered Na-che, "I'll give you a Navajo charm.
You can't drown if you wear it."
Jonas' black face grew less tense. "Honest, Na-che?"
Na-che nodded emphatically.
"Well," said Jonas, "I had a warming of my heart to you the minute I laid eyes on you, up there at the Grand Canyon. Any woman as handsome as you is, Na-che, is bound to be a comfort to a man in his hours of trouble."
Again Na-che nodded and began to dish the stew, which came quite up to
Jonas' estimate of it. After supper, the big fire was replenished and
Mack produced a deck of cards.
"Who said draw-poker?" he inquired.
"Most any of our crowd will shout," said Agnew.
"Judge?" Mack looked at Enoch, who was sitting before the fire, arms clasped about his knees.