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Updated: June 11, 2025
Finally Molly squat, dirty Molly the stupid, squalid aborigine, as distinct from Cesca's type as is the brown snail from the stinging wasp. Alchise, striding after his chief, was smitten with a sudden idea. After ruminating on it for some time, he communicated it to his squaw. Cesca shook her head with a grunt of disapproval. Alchise insisted and the squaw looked at Kut-le cunningly.
And no matter if she was! Don't you touch a woman before me!" A swift shadow crossed the camp and Alchise was hurled six feet away. "What's the matter!" cried Kut-le. "Has he laid finger on you, Rhoda?" He strode to her side and looked down at her with eyes in which struggled anger and anxiety. "No!" blazed Rhoda. "But he pulled Molly over backward by her hair!" "Oh!" in evident relief.
When Kut-le and Alchise go off on one of their hunts and Cesca goes to sleep, you and I will steal off and hide until night, and you will show me how to get home again. O Molly, I'll be very good to you if you will do this for me! Don't you see how foolish Kut-le is? I can never, never marry him! His ways are not my ways. My ways are not his! Always I will be white and he Indian.
Of what use was it to try to explain what Kut-le had done for her! She toasted fresh tortillas and poured the stew over them and brought the steaming dish to Porter. He tasted of the mess tentatively. "By Hen!" he exclaimed, and he set upon the stew as if half starved, while Rhoda watched him complacently. Seeing him apparently thus engrossed, Kut-le turned to speak to Alchise.
"Where are the Indians?" panted DeWitt, running along beside her. "What were those shots?" "Billy Porter found our camp. He shot Alchise and Injun Tom and he and Kut-le were wrestling as I ran." Then Rhoda hesitated. "Perhaps you ought to go back and help Billy!" But John pulled her ahead. "Leave you until I get you to safety? Why, Billy himself would half murder me if I thought of it!
Instantly there was the click of a rifle and Alchise shouted: "Stop!" "Confound it!" growled the man, rising to full view, "why didn't you swallow it!" "I couldn't!" replied Rhoda indignantly. "You don't suppose I wanted to!" She turned toward the camp. Alchise was standing stolidly covering them with his rifle. Kut-le was walking coolly toward them, while the squaws sat gaping.
He brought his horse to its haunches and with Rhoda in his arms was running into a fissure seemingly too narrow for human to enter, while the pursuers were still a hundred yards away. "Hold 'em, Alchise!" he said briefly as he ran. Alchise, with rifle cocked, stopped by the opening. The fissure widened immediately into a narrow passageway.
Then he touched Cesca on the shoulder, lifted Rhoda in his arms and, followed by Cesca, left the sleeping Molly alone on the ledge. Swiftly, silently, Alchise strode up the mountainside, Rhoda making neither sound nor motion. For hours, with wonderful endurance the two Indians held the pace. They moved up the mountain to the summit, which they crossed, then dropped rapidly downward.
Perhaps, somewhere or other, he was lying badly hurt! The little group sat up much later than usual, Cesca silently smoking her endless cigarettes, Alchise and Molly talking now in Apache, now in English. Rhoda was convinced that they were puzzled and worried. Even after she had lain down on her blankets Rhoda could not sleep. With Kut-le gone her sense of the camp's security was gone.
She rose finally and sat beside Alchise who, rifle in hand, guarded the ledge. There was no moon but the stars were very large and near. Rhoda was growing to know the stars. They were remote in the East; in the desert they become a part of one's existence. The sense of stupendous distance was greater at night than in the daytime.
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