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She toasted fresh tortillas and poured the stew over the dish to Porter He tasted of the mess tentatively

"By Hen!" he exclaimed, and he set upon the stew as if half starved, while Rhoda watched hirossed, Kut-le turned to speak to Alchise Instantly Porter dropped the stew, drew a revolver and fired two rapid shots, one catching Alchise in the leg, the other Injun To Indian was upon him

"Run, Rhoda, run!" yelled Porter, as he went down, under Kut-le

Rhoda gave one glance at Injun Toers tightening at Kut-le's throat, then she seized the canteen she had filled for Porter and started ave no heed to her

She ran swiftly, surely, down the rocky atching the trail with secondary sense, for every other was strained to catch the sounds fro but the screams of the squaws The trail twisted violently near the desert floor She sped about one last jutting buttress, then stopped abruptly, one hand on her heaving breast

Atoward the foot of the trail He, too, stopped abruptly The girl seemed a marvel of beauty to hi sombrero, the tanned, flushed face, the parted scarlet lips, the throat and tiny triangle of chest disclosed by the rough blue shirt with one button s in the clinging buckskins, Rhoda was a wonderful thing to cogard face hite, his stalwart shoulders heaved

"O John! Dear John DeWitt!" cried Rhoda "Turn back withahile Mr Porter holds Kut-le!"

DeWitt held out his shaking hands to her, unbelieving rapture growing in his eyes