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Rhoda would have replied but Kut-le gave her no chance

"I knohite conventions demand of me But, I tell you, my love is above them I, not suffer! Rhoda! To see you in pain! To see your loathing of me! To have you helpless in my arms and yet to keep you safe! Rhoda! Rhoda! Do you believe I do not suffer?"

Anger died out of Rhoda She saw tragedy in the situation, tragedy that was not hers She saw herself and Kut-le racially, not individually She saw Kut-le suffering all the helpless grief of race alienation, saw hireat as the desires of the alien races for the white always ot herself She laid a slender hand on Kut-le's

"I ain to understand But, Kut-le, it can never, never be! You are fighting a battle that was lost when the white and Indian races were created It can never, never be, Kut-le"

The strong brown hand had closed over the small white one instantly

"It must be!" he said hoarsely "I put my whole life on it! It ently

"It never, never can be!"

"It shall be! Love like this co in the world It shall--"

"Kut-le!" Alchise rode forward, pointing to the right

Rhoda followed his look It was nearly dawn At the right was the sheer wall of a lass Moving toward the theroup of horsemen