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Rhoda's curved lips opened, then closed again. The look of interest died from her eyes. "Well," she said in her usual weary voice, "I think I'll have a glass of milk, if I may. Then I'll go out on the porch. You see I'm being all the trouble to you, Katherine, that I said I would be." "Trouble!" protested Katherine.
Rhoda hurled herself toward him and struck up the barrel. Kut-le dropped the gun and caught Rhoda in his arms. "The woods are full of them!" he grunted. With one hand across Rhoda's mouth, he ran around the falls and dropped six feet to a narrow back trail. "My own ground!" Rhoda heard him chuckle.
'When I awoke I could not remember where I was, she added, 'till the clock striking two reminded me. She had named the night and the hour of Rhoda's spectral encounter, and Brook felt like a guilty thing. The artless disclosure startled her; she did not reason on the freaks of coincidence; and all the scenery of that ghastly night returned with double vividness to her mind.
She laid her hand affectionately on the curly head, and the touch of kindliness acted as balm to Rhoda's sore heart. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and she said huskily: "I'll do anything you tell me. I won't mind; but that Thomasina she's hateful! I can't stand being ordered about by a girl of my own age."
It was an unexpected and beautiful beginning to the day's work, and the tears started to Rhoda's eyes as she listened, for she was of an emotional nature, quick to respond to any outside influence.
Having long learned the futility of struggling, Rhoda lay quietly enough, her ears keen to catch the sound of pursuit. Kut-le did not remove his hand from her mouth. But as he dropped rapidly and skilfully down the mountainside he whispered: "My own ground, you see! It will take them a good while in the dusk to find that back trail. Only a few Indians know it." But Rhoda's heart was beating high.
Jack was doing fairly well, but the calm that DeWitt had found with Rhoda's scarf had deserted him. He was eating scarcely anything and stared impatiently at the fire, waiting for the start. "I'm a blamed double-action jackass, with a peanut for a mind!" exclaimed Porter. "Taking on myself to lead this hunt when I don't sabe frijoles! We take a sleep now."
"I cannot, and will not, part from my child!" "Nonsense, mother, you parted from me, and I shall take it as a personal insult if you insinuate that you would feel Rhoda's absence more than you did mine. Remember how delighted you were when I came back! Remember the holidays, how happy you were, how interested in all I had to tell!"
"Quién sabe?" she said at last. At this Alchise hurried forward and touched Kut-le on the shoulder. "Take 'em squaw to Reservation. Medicine dance. Squaw heap sick. Sabe?" "Reservation's too far away," replied Kut-le, shifting Rhoda's head to lie more easily on his arm. "I'm making for Chira." Alchise shook his head vigorously. "Too many mens! We go Reservation. Alchise help carry sick squaw."
The beaming good-humour of her smile, the utter absence of anything approaching envy or discontent, struck home to Rhoda's heart, and silenced further protestations.
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