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"I' an Indian, not a man!" said DeWitt "Say your prayers!"

The spell of fear that had paralyzed Rhoda snapped Before Jack or Billy could detain her she ran to DeWitt's side and grasped his arm

"John! John! Listen to me, one moment! Look at me! In spite of all, look, see what he'sof you, do not shoot hio! Make hi! He keeps promises because he is an Indian! But if you have any love forfor my happiness, don't kill Kut-le! I tell you I will never marry you with his blood on your hands!"

A look curiously hard, curiously suspicious, ca at the girl, he answered: "You plead too well, Rhoda! I want this Indian to pay for more torture of mine than you can dream of! Get back out of the way! Are you ready, Kut-le?"

Rhoda's slender body was rigid She moved away frolance With ar chest she spoke with a richness in her voice that none of her hearers ever could forget

"Remember, friends, you have forced e than you did of my safety! John, if you kill Kut-le you will kill the asped as if he had been struck Newman and Porter stared dizzily Only Kut-le stood coic tenderness were fastened on the girl

"Are you going to shoot him now, John?"

"Rhoda!" cried DeWitt fiercely "Rhoda! Do you realize what you are saying?"

"Yes," said Rhoda steadily "I realize that a force greater than race pride, greater than self love, greater than intelligence or fear, is gripping h experiences together too great for words He had me in the hollow of his hand but he sent me back to you, his enemy You say that you love rantof which could not have harmed you"

Her listeners did not stir Rhoda moistened her lips

"Kut-le---- Think what he sacrificed for ave up his honor and his country and risked his life, for reat on ive him his life, for me Because, John, and Billy Porter, and Jack, I tell you that I love him!"