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All the rest of the burning afternoon they moved toward the mountains It was quite dusk when they entered the foothills The way, not good at best, grew difficult and dangerous to follow Billy led on, however, until darkness closed down on therown cañon Here he halted and ordered caoing to ca!"

Billy finished lighting the fire and by its light he gave an ilance at the tenderfoot But the look of the burned, sand-gri with anxiety, caused him to speak patiently

"Can't kill the horses, DeWitt Youto be a hard hunt You got to call out all the strength you've been storing up all your life, and then soet ahead, don't I! I seen Miss Rhoda I knohat she's like This ain't any joy ride forin it"

John DeWitt extended his sun-blistered right hand and Billy Porter clasped it with his bro

Jack Newh rope, John? There is a good lot of grass close to the cañon wall Quick as you finish your coffee, old ht when the moon coood sense and earnestness of his friends, obeyed The cañon was still in darkness when Jack shook hilorious silver Ca the way up the wretched trail DeWitt's four hours of sleep had helped hiree, control the feverish anxiety that was consu Rhoda's agonies to castigating hih Kut-le had left the ranch Before leaving the ranch that afternoon he had telegraphed and written Rhoda's only living relative, her Aunt Mary He had been thankful as he wrote that Rhoda had noIndian; there had been such good feeling between them that he could not yet believe that Porter's sur," he said aloud, "that you are wrong, Porter? Supposing that she's--she's dying of thirst down there in the desert? You have no proof of Kut-le's doing it It's only founded on your Indian hate, you say yourself"