"Come!" she cried. "Come!"
"Take my arm! Or had I better carry you?" exclaimed DeWitt.
"Huh!" sniffed Rhoda. "Just try to keep up with me, that"s all!"
DeWitt, despite the need for haste, stopped and stared at the girl, open-mouthed. Then as he realized what superb health she showed in every line of face and body, he cried:
"You are well! You are well! O Rhoda, I never thought to see you this way!"
Rhoda squeezed his fingers joyfully.
"I am so strong! Hurry, John! Hurry!"
"Where are the Indians?" panted DeWitt, running along beside her.
"What were those shots?"
"Billy Porter found our camp. He shot Alchise and Injun Tom and he and Kut-le were wrestling as I ran." Then Rhoda hesitated. "Perhaps you ought to go back and help Billy!"
But John pulled her ahead.
"Leave you until I get you to safety? Why, Billy himself would half murder me if I thought of it! Our camp is over there, a three hours"
trip." DeWitt pointed to a distant peak. "If we swing around to the left, the Indians won"t see us!"
Hand in hand the two settled to a swinging trot. The dreadful fear of pursuit was on them both. It submerged their first joy of meeting, and left them panic-stricken. For many minutes they ran without speaking.
At last, when well out into the burning heat of the desert, they could keep up the pace no longer and dropped to a rapid walk. Still there came no sound of pursuit.
"Was Porter hurt?" panted John.
"Not when I left," answered Rhoda.
"I wonder what his plan is?" said John. "He left the camp yesterday to trail Injun Tom. We"ll go back for him as quick as I can get you to camp."
Rhoda looked up at DeWitt anxiously.
"You are very tired and worn, John," she said.
"And you!" cried the man, looking down at the girl with the swinging, tireless stride. "What miracle has come to you?"
"I never dreamed that there could be health like this! I--" She stopped, with head to one side. "Do you hear anything? What do you suppose they are doing to each other? Oh, I hope neither of them will get killed!"
"I hope-- They have all promised to let me deal with Kut-le!" said DeWitt grimly, pausing to listen intently. But no sound came across the burning sands.
Rhoda started at DeWitt"s words. Suddenly her early sense of the appalling nature of her experience returned to her. She looked with new eyes at DeWitt"s face. It was not the same face that she had last seen at the Newman ranch. John had the look of a man who has pa.s.sed through the fire of tragedy. She gripped his burned fingers with both her slender hands.
"O John!" she cried, "I wasn"t worth it! I wasn"t worth it! Let"s get to the camp quickly, so that you can rest! It would take a lifetime of devotion to make up for that look in your face!"
John"s quiet manner left him.
"It was a devilish thing for him to do!" he said fiercely. "Heaven help him when I get him!" Then before Rhoda could speak he smiled grimly. "This pace is fearful. If you keep it up you will have sunstroke, Rhoda. And at that, you"re standing it better than I!"
They slowed their pace. DeWitt was breathing hard as the burning lava dust bit into his throat.
"I haven"t minded the physical discomfort," he went on. "It"s the mental torture that"s been killing me. We"ve pushed hot on your trail hour after hour, day in and day out. When they made me rest, I could only lie and listen to you sob for help until--O my love! My love!--"
His voice broke and Rhoda laid her cheek against his arm for a moment.
"I know! O John dear, I know!" she whispered.
They trudged on in silence for a time, both listening for the sound of pursuit. Then DeWitt spoke, as if he forced himself to ask for an answer that he dreaded.
"Rhoda, did they torture you much?"
"No! There was no torture except that of fearful hardships. At first--you know how weak and sick I was, John--at first I just lived in an agony of fear and anger--sort of a nightmare of exhaustion and frenzy. Then at Chira I began to get strong and as my health came, the wonder of it, the--oh, I can"t put it into words; Kut-le was--" Rhoda paused, wondering at the reluctance with which she spoke the young Indian"s name. "You missed us so narrowly so many times!"
"The Indian had the devil"s own luck and we always blundered," said DeWitt. "I have had the feeling lately that my bones would be bleaching on this stretch of Hades before you ever were heard of.
Rhoda, if I can get you safely to New York again I"ll shoot the first man who says desert to me!"
Rhoda became strangely silent, though she clung to John"s hand and now and again lifted it against her cheek. The yellow of the desert reeled in heat waves about them. The deep, intensely deep blue of the sky glowed silently down on them. Never to see them again! Never to waken with the desert stars above her face or to make camp with the crimson dawn blinding her vision! Never to know again the wild thrill of the chase! Finally Rhoda gave herself a mental shake and looked up into John"s tired face.
"How did you come to leave the camp, John?" she asked gently.
"It"s all been luck," said John. "With the exception of a little trail wisdom that Billy or Carlos raked up once in a while it"s just been hit-or-miss luck with us. We suspected that Billy had gone on Injun Tom"s trail, so we made camp on the spot so he wouldn"t lose us. I stood guard this morning while Jack and Carlos slept and then I thought that that was fool nonsense, as Kut-le never traveled by day. So I started on a hunt along Billy"s trail--and here we are!"
"Are there any other people hunting for me?"
"Lord, yes! At first they were fairly walking over each other. But the ranchers had to go back to their work and the curious got tired.
Most of those that are left are down along the Mexican border. They thought of course that Kut-le would get off American territory as soon as he could. Must we keep such a pace, Rhoda girl? You will be half dead before we can reach the camp!"
Rhoda smiled.
"I"ve followed Kut-le"s tremendous pace so many miles that I doubt if I shall ever walk like a perfect lady again!"
"I thought that I would go off my head," DeWitt went on, dropping into a walk, "when I saw you there at Dead Man"s Mesa and you escaped into that infernal crevice! Gee, Rhoda, I can"t believe that this really is you!"
The sun was setting as they climbed through a wide stretch of greasewood to the first rough rock heaps of the mountains. Then DeWitt paused uncertainly.
"Why, this isn"t right! I never was here before!"
Rhoda spoke cheerfully.
"Perhaps you have the right mountain but the wrong trail!"
"No! This is altogether wrong. I remember this peak now, with a sort of saw edge to the top. What a chump I am! I distinctly remember seeing this mountain from the trail this morning."
"How did it lie?" asked Rhoda, sitting down on a convenient stone.
"Gee, I can"t remember whether to the right or left!"
Rhoda clasped and unclasped her hands nervously.