Kut-le pa.s.sed the stranger a cigarette, which he accepted without comment. A rapid conversation followed between the three Indians.
"He is an Apache," explained Kut-le, finally, to Rhoda. "His name is Injun Tom. He says that Newman and Porter hired him to trail us but he is tired of the job. They foolishly advanced him five dollars. He says they are camping in the valley right below here."
Rhoda sprang to her feet.
"Where are you going?" smiled Kut-le. "He says they are going to shoot me on sight!"
Under her tan Rhoda"s face whitened.
"Would they shoot you, Kut-le, even if I told them not to?"
At the sight of the paling face the young man murmured, "You dear!"
under his breath. Then aloud, "Not if I were your husband."
"How can I marry a savage?" cried Rhoda.
Kut-le put his hand under the cleft chin and lifted the sweet face till it looked directly into his. His gaze was very deep and clear.
"Am I nothing but a naked savage, Rhoda?" he said. "Am I?"
Rhoda"s eyes did not leave his.
"No!" she said softly, under her breath.
Kut-le"s eyes deepened. He turned and picked up his rifle.
"Bring your friend back to dinner, Alchise," he said. "Our little holiday must end right here."
They reached the camp at noon and while the squaws made ready for breaking camp, Rhoda sat deep in thought. Before her were the burning sky and desert, with hawk and buzzard circling in the clear blue.
Where had the old hatred of Kut-le gone? Whence came this new trust and understanding, this thrill at his touch? Kut-le, who had been watching her adoringly, rose and came to her side. The rampart hid the two from the others. Kut-le took one of Rhoda"s hands in his firm fingers and laid his lips against her palm. Rhoda flushed and drew her hand away. But Kut-le again put his hand beneath her cleft chin and lifted her face to his.
Just as the brown face all but touched hers a voice sounded from behind the rampart:
"h.e.l.lo, you! Where"s Kut-le?"
CHAPTER XV
AN ESCAPE
Rhoda sprang away from Kut-le and they both ran to the other side of the rampart. Billy Porter, worn and tattered but still looking very well able to hold his own, stood staring into the cave where the squaws eyed him open-mouthed and Alchise, his hand on his rifle, scowled at him aggressively. Porter"s eye fell on Injun Tom.
"U-huh! You pison Piute, you! I just nacherally snagged your little game, didn"t I?"
"Billy!" cried Rhoda. "O Billy Porter!"
Porter jumped as if at a blow. Rhoda stood against the rock in her boyish clothes, her beautiful braid sweeping her shoulder, her face vivid.
"My G.o.d! Miss Rhoda!" cried Billy hoa.r.s.ely, as he ran toward her with outstretched hands. "Why, you are well! What"s happened to you!"
Here Kut-le stepped between the two.
"h.e.l.lo, Mr. Porter," he said.
Billy stepped back and a look of loathing and anger took the place of the joy that had been in his eyes before.
"You Apache devil!" he growled. "You ain"t as smart as you thought you were!"
Rhoda ran forward and would have taken Porter"s hand but Kut-le restrained her with his hand on her shoulder.
"Where did you come from, Billy?" cried Rhoda. "Where are the others?"
Billy"s face cleared a little at the sound of the girl"s voice.
"They are right handy, Miss Rhoda."
"I"ll give you a few details, Rhoda," said Kut-le coolly. "You see he is without water and his mouth is black with thirst. He started to trail Injun Tom but got lost and stumbled on us."
Rhoda gave a little cry of pity and running into the cave she brought Billy a br.i.m.m.i.n.g cup of water.
"Is that true, Billy?" she asked. "Are the others near here?"
Billy nodded then drained the cup and held it out for more.
"They are just around the corner!" with a glance at Kut-le, who smiled skeptically.
"Oh!" exclaimed Rhoda. "What terrible trouble I have made you all!"
"You made!" said Porter. "Well that"s good! Still, that Apache devil doesn"t seem to have harmed you. Just the same, he"ll get his! If I shot him now, the other Injuns would get me and G.o.d knows what would happen to you!"
"Whom do you call an Apache devil?" asked Kut-le. Rhoda never had seen him show such evident anger.
"You, by Judas!" replied Porter, looking into the young Indian"s face.
For a strained moment the two eyed each other, hatred glaring at hatred, until Rhoda put a hand on Kut-le"s arm. His face cleared at once.
"So that"s my reputation now, is it?" he said lightly.
"_That"s_ your reputation!" sneered Billy. "Do you think that"s _all_?
Why, don"t you realize that you can"t live in your own country again?
Don"t you know that the whites will hunt you out like you was a rat?
Don"t you realize that the folks that believed in you and was fond of you has had to give up their faith in you? Don"t you understand that you"ve lost all your white friends? But I suppose that don"t mean anything to an Injun!"
A look of sadness pa.s.sed over Kut-le"s face.
"Porter," he said very gently, "I counted on all of that before I did this thing. I thought that the sacrifice was worth while, and I still think so. I"m sorry, for your sake, that you stumbled on us here. We are going to start on the trail shortly and I must send you out to be lost again. I"ll let Alchise help you in the job. As you say, I have sacrificed everything else in life; I can"t afford to let anything spoil this now. You can rest for an hour. Eat and drink and fill your canteen. Take a good pack of meat and tortillas. You are welcome to it all."