The prospector spoke hesitatingly.
"If I"d been sh.o.r.e, I"d a gone on a hunt. But it was all kind of in my sleep. It was from way back in the mountain there."
"Thanks," said Billy, "we"ll be on our way."
"It"s four o"clock. Better stop and have some grub with me, then I"ll join in and help you."
"No!" cried DeWitt, breaking his silence. "No!"
"That"s the young lady"s financier," said Billy, nodding toward John.
"Sho!" said the prospector sympathetically.
Billy lifted his reins.
"Thanks, we"ll be getting along, I guess. Just as much obliged to you.
We"ll water here in your spring."
They moved on in the direction whither the prospector had pointed.
They rode in silence. Dawn came slowly, clearly. The peaks lifted magnificently, range after range against the rosy sky. There was no trail. They followed the possible way. The patient little cow ponies clambered over rocks and slid down inclines of a frightful angle as cleverly as mountain goats. At ten o"clock, they stopped for breakfast and a three hours" sleep. It was some time before DeWitt could be persuaded to lie down but at last, perceiving that he was keeping the others from their rest, he took his blanket to the edge of the ledge and lay down.
His sleepless eyes roved up and down the adjoining canon. Far to the south, near the desert floor, he saw a fluttering bit of white. Now a fluttering bit of white, far from human byways, means something!
Tenderfoot though he was, DeWitt realized this and sleep left his eyes.
He sat erect. For a moment he was tempted to call the others but he restrained himself. He would let them rest while he kept watch over the little white beacon, for so, unaccountably, it seemed to him. He eyed it hungrily, and then a vague comfort and hopefulness came to him and he fell asleep.
Jack"s l.u.s.ty call to coffee woke him. DeWitt jumped to his feet and with a new light in his eyes he pointed out his discovery. The meal was disposed of very hurriedly and, leaving Jack to watch the camp, John and Billy crossed the canon southward. After heavy scrambling they reached the foot of the canon wall. Twenty feet above them dangled a white cloth. Catching any sort of hand and foot hold, John clambered upward. Then he gave a great shout of joy. Rhoda"s neck scarf with the pebble pinned in one end was in his hands! DeWitt slid to the ground and he and Billy examined the scarf tenderly, eagerly.
"I told you! I told you!" exulted Billy hoa.r.s.ely. "See that weight fastened to it? Wasn"t that smart of her? Bless her heart! Now we got to get above, somehow, and find where she dropped it from!"
CHAPTER VI
ENTERING THE DESERT KINDERGARTEN
"We"ll start now," said Kut-le.
Alchise led out the horses. The squaws each threw an emanc.i.p.ated, sinewy leg across a pony"s back and followed Alchise"s fluttering shirt up the mountain. Kut-le stood holding the bridle of a sedate little horse on which he had fastened a comfortable high-backed saddle.
"Come, Rhoda," he said. "I"ll shorten the stirrups after you are mounted."
Rhoda stood with her back to the wall, her blue-veined hands clutching the rough out-croppings on either side, horror and fear in her eyes.
"I can"t ride cross-saddle!" she exclaimed. "I used to be a good horsewoman in the side-saddle. But I"m so weak that even keeping in the side-saddle is out of the question."
"Anything except cross-saddle is utterly out of the question," replied the Indian, "on the sort of trails we have to take. You might as well begin to control your nerves now as later. I"m going to have an expert rider in you by the time you have regained your strength. Come, Rhoda."
The girl turned her face to the afterglow. Remote and pitiless lay the distant crimson ranges. She shuddered and turned back to the young Indian who stood watching her. For the moment all the agony of her situation was concentrated in horror of another night in the saddle.
"Kut-le, I _can"t_!"
"Shall I pick you up and carry you over here?" asked Kut-le patiently.
In her weakness and misery, Rhoda"s cleft chin quivered. There was only merciless determination in the Indian"s face. Slowly the girl walked to his side. He swung her to the saddle, adjusted the stirrups carefully, then fastened her securely to the saddle with a strap about her waist. Rhoda watched him in the silence of utter fear. Having settled the girl to his satisfaction, he mounted his own horse, and Rhoda"s pony followed him tractably up the trail.
The trail rose steeply. After the first few dizzy moments, Rhoda, clinging to the saddle with hands and knees, was thankful for the security of her new seat. The scenery was uncanny to her terrorized eyes. To the left were great overhanging walls with cactus growing from every crevice; to the right, depth of canon toward which she dared not look but only trusted herself prayerfully to her steady little horse.
As the trail led higher and darkness settled, the cold grew intense and Rhoda cowered and shivered. Yet through her fear and discomfort was creeping surprise that her strength had endured even this long. In a spot where the trail widened Kut-le dropped back beside her and she felt the warm folds of a Navajo blanket about her shoulders. Neither she nor the Indian spoke. The madness of the night before, the fear and disgust of the afternoon gave way, slowly, to a lethargy of exhaustion. All thought of her frightful predicament, of her friends"
anxiety, of Kut-le"s treachery, was dulled by a weariness so great that she could only cling to the saddle and pray for the trail to end.
Kut-le, riding just ahead, glanced back constantly at the girl"s dim figure. But Rhoda was beyond pleading or protesting. The trail twisted and undulated on and on. Each moment Rhoda felt less certain of her seat. Each moment the motion of the horse grew more painful.
At last a faint odor of pine-needles roused her sinking senses and she opened her heavy eyes. They had left the sickening edge of the canon and Alchise was leading them into a beautiful growth of pines where the mournful hooting of owls gave a graveyard sadness to the moon-flecked shadows.
Here, in a long aisle of columnar pines, Kut-le called the first halt.
Rhoda reeled in her saddle. Before her horse had stopped, Kut-le was beside her, unfastening her waist strap and lifting her to the ground.
He pulled the blanket from his own shoulders and Molly stretched it on the soft pine-needles. Rhoda, half delirious, looked up into the young Indian"s face with the pathetic unconsciousness of a sick child. He laid her carefully on the blanket. The two squaws hurriedly knelt at Rhoda"s side and with clever hands rubbed and manipulated the slender, exhausted body until the girl opened her languid eyes.
Kut-le, while this was being done, stood quietly by the blanket, his fine face stern and intent. When Rhoda opened her eyes, he put aside the two squaws, knelt and raised the girl"s head and held a cup of the rich broth to her lips. It was cold, yet it tasted good, and Rhoda finished the cup without protest, then struggled to a sitting position.
After a moment Kut-le raised her gently to her feet. Here, however, she pushed him away and walked unsteadily to her horse. Kut-le"s hands dropped to his side and he stood in the moonlight watching the frail boyish figure clamber with infinite travail into the saddle.
From the pine wood, the trail led downward. The rubbing and the broth had put new life into Rhoda, and for a little while she kept a clear brain. For the first time it occurred to her that instead of following the Indians so stupidly she ought to watch her chance and at the first opportunity make a wild dash off into the darkness. Kut-le was so sure of her weakness and cowardice that she felt that he would be taken completely by surprise and she might elude him. With a definite purpose in her mind she was able to fight off again and again the blur of weakness that threatened her.
As the trail widened in the descent, Kut-le rode in beside her.
"Feeling better?" he asked cheerfully.
Rhoda made no reply. Such a pa.s.sion of hatred for the man shook her that words failed her. She turned a white face toward him, the eyes black, the nostrils quivering with pa.s.sion.
Kut-le laughed softly.
"Hate me, Rhoda! Hate me as much as you wish! That"s a heap more hopeful than indifference. I"ll bet you aren"t thinking of dying of ennui now!"
What fiend, thought Rhoda, ever had induced her to make a friend of this savage! She clung to the pommel of her saddle, her eyes fastened on him. If only he would drop dead as he sat! If only his Indians would turn on him and kill him!
They were riding through the desert now, desert thick-grown with cactus and sage-brush. Suddenly a far away roar came to Rhoda"s ears. There was a faint whistle repeated with increasing loudness. Off to the north appeared a light that grew till it threw a dazzling beam on the strange little waiting group. The train pa.s.sed, a half-dozen dimly lighted Pullmans. The roaring decreased, the whistle sounded lower and lower and the night was silent. Rhoda sat following the last dim light with burning eyes. Kut-le led the way from the difficult going of the desert to the road-bed. As Rhoda saw the long line of rails the panic of the previous night overwhelmed her. Like a mad thing, unmindful of the strap about her waist she threw herself from the saddle and hung against the stolid pony. Kut-le dismounted and undid the strap. The girl dropped to the ties and lay crouched with her face against the steel rail.
"O John! O John DeWitt!" she sobbed.
"Alchise, go ahead with the horses," said Kut-le. "Wait for me at the painted rock."
Then as the Indians became indistinguishable along the track he lifted Rhoda to her feet.
"Walk for a while," he said. "It will rest you. Poor little girl! I wish I could have managed differently but this was best for you. Come, don"t be afraid of me!"
Some savage instinct stirred in Rhoda. For the first time in her life she felt an insane joy in anger.
"I"m not afraid of you, you Apache Indian!" she said clearly. "I loathe you! Your touch poisons me! But I"m not afraid of you! I shall choke myself with my bare hands before you shall harm me! And if you keep me long enough I shall try to kill you!"