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They stood in silence for a time, each one busy with the picture DeWitt's words had conjured Then DeWitt e

"Yonder is our peak, by Jove! It looked just so in the ht If you're rested, we'll start now You ry! I know I a out into the wonder of the moonlit desert They soon settled to each other's pace and with the fullin their faces they made for the distant peak

"Now," said John, "tellwith the s, told it si could have been more dramatic than the quiet voice that now rose, now fell with intensity of feeling DeWitt did not interrupt her except with a ain

"And the actual sickness was not the worst," Rhoda continued after describing her experiences up to her sickness at Chira; "it was the deliriuer Kut-le forced ht I was tied to the saddle and kept there till I fainted Then I was rested only enough to start again And it angered and frightened me so! I was so sick! I loathed theot stronger than I ever dreaan to understand Kut-le's methods He had realized that physically and mentally I was at the lowest ebb and that only heroic e to apply the measures"

"God!" muttered John

Rhoda scarcely heeded his that I could not see before and to think thoughts that I could not have thought before It was as if I had clihest ideals seem likeat last with Porter's advent that afternoon Then Rhoda looked up into DeWitt's face It was drawn and tense His eyes were black with feeling and his close-pressed lips twitched

"Rhoda," he said at last, "I thought e had been civilized out of et a chance I shall kill that Apache with my bare hands!"

Rhoda laid her hand on DeWitt's arood, John!"

"But think how he did it! The devil risked killing you! Think what you and we all have suffered! God, Rhoda, think!" And DeWitt threw his arm across his face with a sob that wrenched his shoulders