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About theRhoda opened her eyes As she stirred, Kut-le came to her

"I've had such horrible dreaain?"

This appeal from Rhoda in her weakness alled hair and answered: "No, dear one!"

"Where are ?" she asked feebly

Kut-le smiled

"In the Rockies"

"I think I am very sick," continued Rhoda "Do you think we can stay quiet in one place today?"

Kut-le shook his head

"I aet you to some quinine as quick as I can There is some about twenty-four hours from here"

Rhoda's eyes widened

"Shall I be hite people?"

"Don't bother You'll have good care"

The light faded from Rhoda's eyes

"It's hard for e man of the ranch

"Rhoda! Rhoda!" whispered Kut-le, "your suffering kills me! But I must have you, I must!"

Rhoda moved her head impatiently, as if the Indian's tense, handsome face annoyed her She refused food but drank deeply of the tepid water and shortly they were again on the trail

For several hours Rhoda lay in Kut-le's ar their way up a long cañon It was very narrow Rhoda could see the individual leaves of the aspens on the opposite wall as they moved close in the shadow of the other The floor, watered by a clear brook, was level and green On either side the walls werepines

Suddenly Cesca gave a grunt of warning Far down the valley a sheep-herder was approaching with his flocks Kut-le turned to the right and Alchise sprang to his aid In the shelter of the trees, Kut-le twisted a handkerchief across Rhoda's ed eyes, he said: "I don't le visitors as a rule but I haven't tiether the two men carried Rhoda up the cañon-side They lifted her fro bit of rock, till far up the sheer wall Rhoda lay at last on a little ledge heaped with pine-needles By the tiain The fever had returned twofold and Molly's entire efforts were toward keeping the tossing fore

Slowly, very slowly, the herder, a sturdy ragged Mexican, ain to scratch his head He histling La Paloma The Indians' black eyes did not leave him and after his flute-like notes had melted into the distance they still crouched in crae