ord was
ruefully regarding the wreck of the wagon when the sound of wheels was
heard.

"There's Peshlekietsetti," he said. "We'll have to put Miss Helen in the
chuck wagon. But how on earth are we going to get to Oraibi now?"

A large wagon turned the bend and the driver pulled up sharply. It was
not Peshlekietsetti, but the tourist party from Canyon Diablo. Bauer, as
he anxiously stood by Mrs. Douglas trying to restore Helen, was
conscious that a group of astonished and interested tourists had climbed
down from the wagon and had come up to the scene of the accident. As he
looked up he saw Van Shaw and heard him say, "Why, hello, Bauer! Didn't
expect to see you here. Had bad accident, haven't you? Anything we can
do to help?"

CHAPTER XIV

"IT'S very kind of you, and------" Mr. Douglas began. It is astonishing
how commonplace most people are in moments of accident. Paul had never
seen Van Shaw, did not know him in the least and simply saw a
good-looking young man dressed in a serviceable camping suit, who had
appeared at a moment when help of some kind was imperatively needed.
"You seem to be acquainted, Felix. One of your classmates at Burrton?
Oh, you're the Pittsburgh party?"

Felix hesitated and Van Shaw saved him the trouble of an introduction.

"Yes, I'm Van Shaw, you know. Our outfit can take care of everything
without any trouble. Mr. Douglas of Milton? You're with the Tolchaco
party, aren't you? Yes, we'll be glad to be of service."

Van Shaw's glance travelled to Helen, who after a brave effort to keep
from fainting again, had finally succumbed and lay back against the
bank. Her mother was calm, and although this was the first time in all
Helen's life that she had ever shown any such physical yielding to pain,
Esther accepted the situation, and with Paul's help did the only thing
obvious and soon had the girl resting, after the fainting spell, in one
of the chuck wagons belonging to Van Shaw's party.

After that, events seemed to follow in a natural sequence, that could
not reasonably have occurred in any other way. The frightened horses
soon overtook and ran into the wagon in front. Masters and Walter caught
them and as soon as possible came running back up the gorge, panting and
fearful. Their surprise and relief when they learned that no one was
seriously injured were great. The broken wagon was, however, such a
wreck, that not even Elijah Clifford's ingenuity could repair it
sufficiently for