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Keep right behind me." The little group moved carefully down the cañon trail. In a short time they reached a growth of trees. They stole through these, the only sound Rhoda's panting breaths. Suddenly Kut-le stopped. "Wait here!" he breathed in Rhoda's ear, and he and Alchise disappeared. A hand was laid on her arm and Rhoda knew that Molly and Cesca were guarding her.
There was but one thing to do: to take you to the naked desert where you would be forced to see life as I see it, where you would be forced to see me, the man, far from any false standards of civilization." Rhoda would have replied but Kut-le gave her no chance. "I know what white conventions demand of me. But, I tell you, my love is above them. I, not suffer! Rhoda! To see you in pain!
Kut-le halted his party and rode forward; Rhoda saw the dim figure rise hastily and after a short time Kut-le called back. "Come ahead!" The little camp was only an open space at the cañon edge, with a sheepskin shelter over a tiny fire. Beside the fire stood a sheep-herder, a swarthy figure wrapped from head to foot in sheepskins.
Your manners are as nice as John DeWitt's. I'd be quite frantic about you if you would drop them and go on the war-path." Kut-le threw back his head and laughed. "Oh, you ignorant young thing! It's lucky for you and for me that you have come West to grow up and complete your education! But DeWitt needn't worry. I don't need watching yet! First, I'm going to make you well.
Kut-le strolled over to a cat's-claw bush at whose base lay a tangle of dead leaves. With a bit of stick, he scattered this litter, struck the ground several good blows and returned with a string of fat desert mice. With infinite care Cesca kindled a fire so tiny, so clear, that scarcely a wisp of smoke escaped into the quivering air.
Where had the old hatred of Kut-le gone? Whence came this new trust and understanding, this thrill at his touch? Kut-le, who had been watching her adoringly, rose and came to her side. The rampart hid the two from the others. Kut-le took one of Rhoda's hands in his firm fingers and laid his lips against her palm. Rhoda flushed and drew her hand away.
But you would not listen to my pleading, you would not grant me the only favor I ever asked you, the granting of which could not have harmed you." Her listeners did not stir. Rhoda moistened her lips. "Kut-le Think what he sacrificed for me. He gave up his dearest friendships. He gave up his honor and his country and risked his life, for me.
Because he loves me so and has done so much for me! But most of all because he is white!" Molly scowled. "Because Kut-le is Injun, you no marry him?" Rhoda nodded miserably. "Huh! And you think you so big, Kut-le so big that Great Spirit care if you marry white, marry Injun. All Great Spirit care is for every squaw to have papoose. Squaw, she big fool to listen to her head.
She watched the brown, tortured crest of the cañon against the violet sky. She watched the melting haze above the monastery, the buzzards sliding through the motionless air, the far multi-colored ranges, as if she would etch forever on her memory the world that Kut-le loved. And she knew that, let her body wander where it must, her spirit would forever belong to the desert.
Rhoda looked at him as if he were her last hope. "Oh, Jack!" she cried. "He was your friend, your dearest friend! And he sent me back! Why, you never would have got me if he hadn't voluntarily let me go! He is wonderful on the trail!" "So we found!" said DeWitt grimly. But Rhoda was watching Jack. "Rhoda," Jack said at last, "I know how you feel. I know what a bully chap Kut-le is.
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