THE END OF THE CRUISE
"Christ could forgive the unforgivable, but the Colorado in the Canyon is like the voice of God, inevitable, inexorable."—Enoch's Diary.
Jonas stood on a projecting rock peering anxiously down the river.
Enoch, staggering wearily into the firelight, called to him cheerfully:
"Ship ahoy, Jonas!"
"My Gawd, boss!" exclaimed Jonas, running up to take the gunny sack and the gun. "Don't you never go off like that alone again. How come you stayed so late?"
"Now the Na-che's gone I suppose I'll have a few attentions again!" said Enoch. "How are you, Milton?"
He turned toward the stalwart figure that lay on the shadowy rock beyond the fire.
"Better than I deserve, Judge," replied Milton.
"What luck, Judge?" cried Harden, who had been watching a game of poker between Agnew and Forrester.
"My Lawdy Lawd!" shouted Jonas, emptying the gunny sack on the rock which served as table.