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"Oh, what is it!" wailed Rhoda, clutching at the mass of yellon hair about her face "Where a? Have I died? Where is Kut-le? Kut-le!" she screamed "Kut-le!"

The medicine-man held her to the blanket and for a time she sat quiescent Then as the Indian lifted his hand froed to the wildness of deliriuht ainst the dark interior With one blue-veined hand on her panting breast she slowly, stealthily gathered herself together, and with unbelievable swiftness she sprang for the square of dawn light She leaped al buck who sat near the door He bore her back to her place while the chant continued without interruption

Exhausted, Rhoda lay listening to the song Gradually it began to exert its hypnotic influence over her Its sense of -like She lay prone, the tears coursing down her cheeks, her twitching hands turned upward beside her Slowly she floated outward upon a dark sea whose waves beat a ceaseless requieuish on her ears It seees; that she was brain-tortured by the death agonies of all hulessness, all the utter weariness of the death-ridden world pressed upon her, suffocating her, forcing her to stillness, slowing the beating of her heart, the intake of her breath Slowly her white lids closed, yet with one last conscious cry for life: "Kut-le!" she wailed "Kut-le!"

A quick shadow filled the doorway

"Here, Rhoda! Here!"

Kut-le bounded into the roo theto him wildly

"Take reat tenderness

"Dear one!" he mur this time the Indians sat silent and watchful Kut-le turned to Alchise

"You cursed fool!" he said

"She get well now," replied Alchise anxiously "Alchise save her for you Molly tell you where come"

For athe futility of speech, "Co the other Indians, he strode from the campos Alchise and Cesca followed him, and outside the anxious Molly seized Rhoda's limp hand with a little cry of joy Kut-le led the way to a quiet spot a the pines Here he laid Rhoda on a sheepskin and covered her with a tattered blanket, the spoils of his previous night's trip