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The cañon was sandy and rough Rhoda could see theolive-trees Beyond this where the cañon opened to the desert she knew that the white h she could not see it

She had no fear of losing her ith the cañon walls he softly to herself as she started along the foot of the wall She tramped steadily for a tio on! The sacrifice was too much! She looked back to the cañon top Kut-le had disappeared Already he must be only a memory to her!

Then of a sudden Rhoda felt a sense of shath of purpose should be so much less than the Indian's At least, she could carry in her heart forever the exa and lifting her through the hard days and years to coht, Rhoda started on through the faht, was her last moment alone in the desert, for without Kut-le she would never return to it She watched the gray-green cactus against the painted rock heaps She watched the brown, tortured crest of the cañon against the violet sky She watched the h the es, as if she would etch forever on her memory the world that Kut-le loved And she knew that, let her body wander where itto the desert

Rhoda passed thethe olive-trees But she did not stop She gradually worked out into an easy trail that led toward the open desert

The little ca totoward theure that moved with a beautiful stride, tireless and swift As the newcomer drew nearer they saw that she was erect and lithe, slender but full-chested and that her face-"Rhoda!" shouted John DeWitt

In aone of her hands and John DeWitt the other, while Billy Porter and Carlos shook each other's hands excitedly

"Gee whiz!" cried Jack "John said you were in superb condition, but I didn't realize that it meant this! Why, Rhoda, if it wasn't for your hair and eyes and the dimple in your chin, I wouldn't know you!"