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"O Molly!" she cried "I can't stand this! I want my own people! I want my own people!"

Molly's eyes filled with tears

"No! No cry, little Sun-streak!" she pleaded, putting an ar her to her tenderly "Any peoples that loves you is your own peoples Kut-le loves you Molly loves you We your peoples too!"

"No! No! Never!" sobbed Rhoda "Molly, if you love me, take me back to my own kind! You shall never leave me, Molly! I do love you You are an Indian but so for you I never had for any one else"

A sudden light of passionate adoration burned in Molly's eyes, a light that never was to leave theazed on Rhoda But she shook her head

"You ask Molly to give up her peoples but you don't want to give up yours You stay with Molly and Kut-le Learn what desert say 'bout life, 'bout people When you sabe what the desert say 'bout that you sabe almost much as Great Spirit!"

"Molly, listen! 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 ood 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 He will get over this craze for me and want one of his own kind Molly, listen to your heart! It must tell you white to the white, Indian to the Indian Dear, dear Molly, I want to go home!"

"No! No! Molly promise Kut-le to keep his white squaw for him Injuns they always keep promises And Molly sabe solad old Molly keep you for Kut-le"

Rhoda turned aith a sigh at the note of finality in Molly's voice Kut-le was cli the trail toward the camp with a little pile of provisions So far he had not failed to procure when needed soh since her abduction Rhoda had seen no hu a piece ofto herself when a piece fell to the ground Sometimes she wiped the sand fro it into the stew-pot unwiped