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Rhoda rose sloith her lower lip caught between her teeth She followed silently after Kut-le, Cesca and the rifle at her shoulder and Molly in the rear It seeh which the past weeks had carried her this was of all the most unreal All about her was a world of vivid rock heaps so intensely colored that she doubted her vision Away to the south lay the boundless floor of the desert, a purple and gold infinity that rolled into the horizon Far to the north ht

Kut-le headed straight for theAl effects of overheat The sun, now sailing high, burned through her flannel shirt until her flesh was blistered beneath it The light on the brilliantly colored rocksshe was parched with thirst and faint with hunger This was her first experience in tra for any distance under the desert sun But Kut-le kept the pace long after the two squaere half leading, half carrying the girl

Rhoda had long since learned the uselessness of protesting She kept on until the way danced in reeling colors before her eyes Then without a sound she dropped in the scant shadow of a rock At the cry frolance at Rhoda's white face and li, yellow head Molly unslung her canteen and forced a few drops of water between Rhoda's lips Then she tenderly chafed the small hands and the delicate throat and Rhoda opened her eyes Iht was resu, Rhoda walked, but for the most part Kut-le packed her as dispassionately as if she had been a laile weight were nothing Lying so, Rhoda watched theat Kut-le's heels Surely, she thought, the ancient er procession or known of a wilder mission She looked up into Kut-le's face and wondered as she stared at his bare head how his eyes could look so steadily into the sun-drenched landscape

As she lay, the elation of the earlyleft her More and more surely the conviction came to her that the Apache's boast was true; that no white could catch hiround Dizzy and ill from the heat, she closed her eyes and lay without hope or coherent thought