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"Now I think that hu to life and that women owe the most of all because they make the race The more nature has done for them, the more they owe I believe that you are a thousand ti to keep you out here in the desert until you wake to your responsibility to yourself and to life I a of culture from you andand clean and glorious, with its one big tenet: keep body and soul right and reproduce your kind I a country than you ever dreamed of"

He stopped and Rhoda sat appalled, the Indian watching her To relieve herself from his eyes Rhoda turned toward the desert The sun had all but touched the far horizon Cried in one unspeakable glory But Rhoda saw only emptiness, only life's cruelty and futility and loneliness And onceher feeble hands

Kut-le spoke to Molly, the fat squaw She again brought Rhoda a cup of broth This time Rhoda drank itthe nextto wait Kut-le took a bundle froan to unfasten it before Rhoda

"You et into some suitable clothes," he said "Put these on"

Rhoda stared at the clothing Kut-le was shaking out Then she gave hiust There was a pair of little buckskin breeches, exquisitely tanned, a little blue flannel shirt, a pair of high-laced hunting boots and a so the clothes

"Can't you see," Kut-le went on, "that, at the least, you will be in my power for a day or two, that you must ride and that the clothes you have on are simply silly? Why not be as coirl, with the conventions of ages speaking in her disgusted face, the savage with his perfect physique bespeaking ages of undistorted nature, eyed each other narrowly

"I shall keep on my own clothes," said Rhoda distinctly "Believe ive the party the primitive air you admire!"

Kut-le's jaw hardened

"Rhoda Tuttle, unless you put these clothes on at once I shall call the squaws and have them put on you by force"

Into Rhoda's face ca hand and took the clothes