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As he spoke he was tying DeWitt's hands and ankles with his own and DeWitt's handkerchiefs Rhoda would have run to DeWitt's aid but Cesca's hand was tight on her arirl could plan any action, Kut-le had turned to her and had lifted her in his arht him wildly

"I can't leave him so, Kut-le! You will kill all I've learned to feel for you if you leave hi down the trail "I've got Billy Porter down here to leave with hied and bound to his saddle Billy Porter sat in the uard Kut-le put Rhoda on a horse, then quickly thrust Porter to the ground, where the man sat helplessly

"Oh, Billy!" cried Rhoda "John is on the terrace! Find him! Help him!"

The last words were spoken as Kut-le turned her horse and led at a trot into the desert