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"Bully!" exclairound and peered over the edge of the upper terrace The spring bubbled forth serenely, followed its shallow trough a short distance, then disappeared into the insatiable floor of the desert For several rew restless DeWitt laid a detaining hand on her arm

"Hush!" he whispered

A pair of jack-rabbits loped up the trail, sniffed the air tentatively, then with forelegs in the water drank greedily DeWitt's right ar rabbits rolled into the spring

"I' to have a little self-respect as the man of the party," said DeWitt, as he blew the s and lifted the tet little bodies John took them fro these up in no ti with the dressed rabbits, he found a little fire glowing between two rocks Near by on a big flat-topped stone were set forth two earthen boith a broater-jar in the center As he stared, Rhoda ca with interested face

"Look, John! See what I found on a little corner shelf!" She held in her outstretched hand a tiny jar no bigger than a wine-glass It was of an exquisitely polished black "Not even an explorer can have been here, or nothing so perfect as this would have been left! What hands do you suppose made this!"

But DeWitt did not answer her question

"Now, look here, Rhoda, you aren't to do anything like starting a fire and lugging these heavy jars again! You're not with the Indians now You've got a man to wait on you!"

Rhoda looked at him curiously

"But I've learned to like to do it!" she protested "Nobody can roast a rabbit to suit me but myself," and in spite of DeWitt's protests she spitted the rabbits and would not let him tend the fire which she said was too fine an art for his untrained hands In a short ti flesh rose on the air and John watched the pretty cook with ad athe job! The idea left hiahed with contentment as he looked at the pile of bones beside his earthen bowl

"And they say jacks aren't good eating!" he said "Why if they had been salted they would have been better than any game I ever ate!"