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"What a clean, dry little room!" exclaimed Rhoda "Oh, I am so tired and sleepy!"

"Let's look a little farther before we stop What's on the other side of this broken wall?"

They picked their way across the litter of pottery and peered into another room, the duplicate of the first

"Hoill these do for our respective sleeping-rooms?" asked DeWitt

Rhoda stared at John with horror in her eyes

"I'd as soon sleep in a tomb! Let's make a fire outside and sleep under the stars I'd rather have sleep than food just now"

"It will have to be just a tiny se, up behind this débris, where Kut-le can't spot it," answered DeWitt "I won'ta red eye of fire for company It will help to keep me awake"

"But you must sleep," protested Rhoda

"But I rimly "I've played the baby act on this picnic as much as I propose to It is my trick at the wheel"

Too weary to protest further, Rhoda threw herself doith her feet toward the fire and pillowed her head on her ar it, with his arms folded across his knees Rhoda watched hi the full forehead, the lines of refinement about the lips that the beard could not fully conceal

"He's not as handsoht wearily, "but he's--he's--" but before her thought was co for the stir of the squaws about themeal Then with a start she rose and looked soberly about her Suddenly she smiled

"Tenderfoot!" she murmured

DeWitt lay fast asleep by the ashes of the fire

"If Kut-le," she thought Then she stopped abruptly and stamped her foot "You are not even to think of Kut-le any more!" And with her cleft chin very fir When she returned, DeWitt was rising stiffly to his feet

"Hello!" he cried "I was good this tiry I could eat greasewood How do you feel?"

"Weak with hunger but otherwise very well Go wash your face, Johnny"

DeWitt grinned and started down the trail obediently But Rhoda laid a detaining hand on his arh All the h farther out the desert gloith the yellow light of a new day

"I think ani to drink," said Rhoda "There were tiny wet footmarks there when I went down to wash my face"