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Late in the afternoon, Rhoda woke Kut-le stood beside her His expression was half eager, half tender

"How do you feel now?" he asked

"Quite well," answered Rhoda "Will you call Marie? I want to dress"

"You must rest in bed today," replied the Indian "Toet up"

Rhoda looked at the young man with irritation

"Can't you learn that I am not a squaw? That it maddens me to be ordered about? That every time you do you alienate me more, if possible?"

"You do foolish stunts," said Kut-le calht"

Rhoda moaned

"Oh, how long, how long must I endure this! How could they be so stupid as to let you slip through their fingers so!"

Kut-le's et you into the Sierra Madre, I shall marry you You are practically a o to loveto love this life first Then ill go to Paris until the storm has passed"

Rhoda did not seem to hear him She tossed her arms restlessly

"Please send Marie toperhaps?"

Kut-le left the room at once In a short ti bohich he himself flanked with a dish of lusciousposition and Kut-le gravely balanced the bowl against the girl's knees The stehich the bowl contained was delicious, and Rhoda ate it to the last drop She ate in silence, while Kut-le watched her with unspeakable longing in his eyes The room was alhtened the fire and so now," said the Pueblo wo white squaw solad to pillow her head on her arether her faint and distorted recollection of the occurrences since the h the dawn But her only clear picture was of John DeWitt's wild face as she disappeared into the fissure She recalled its look of agony and sobbed a little to herself as she realized what torture he and the Newmans must have endured since her disappearance And yet she was very hopeful If her friends could come as close to her as they did before theKut-le's methods Surely the next time luck would not play so well for the Indian