"Me Marie," replied the woman.
"Where are Kut-le and the others?"
"Kut-le here. Others in mountain. You much sick, three days."
Rhoda sighed. Would this kaleidoscope of misery never end!
"I am very tired of it all," she said. "I think it would have been kinder if you had let me die. Will you help me to get back to my white friends?"
Marie shook her head.
"Kut-le friend. We take care Kut-le"s squaw."
Rhoda turned wearily on her side.
"Go away and let me sleep," she said.
CHAPTER XII
THE CROSSING TRAILS
As Kut-le, with Rhoda in his arms, disappeared into the mesa fissure, John DeWitt threw himself from his horse and was at the opening before the others had more than brought their horses to their haunches.
He was met by Alchise"s rifle, with Alchise entirely hidden from view.
For a moment the four men stood panting and speechless. The encounter had been so sudden, so swift that they could not believe their senses.
Then Billy Porter uttered an oath that reverberated from the rocky wall.
"They will get to the top!" he cried. "Jack, you and DeWitt get up there! Carlos and I will hold this!"
The two men mounted immediately and galloped along the mesa wall, looking for an ascent. Neither of them spoke but both were breathing hard, and through his blistered skin DeWitt"s cheeks glowed feverishly.
For a mile up and down from the fissure the wall was a blank, except for a single wide split which did not come within fifty feet of the ground. After over half an hour of frantic search, DeWitt found, nearly three miles from the fissure, a rough spot where the wall gave back in a few narrow crumbling ledges.
"We"ll have to leave the horses," he said, "and try that."
Jack nodded tensely. They dismounted, pulled the reins over the horses" heads and started up the wall, John leading, carefully. One bitter lesson the desert was teaching him: haste in the hot country spells ruin! So, though Rhoda"s voice still rang in his ears, though the sight of the slender boyish figure struggling in Kut-le"s arms still ravished his eyes, he worked carefully.
The ascent was all but impossible. The few jutting ledges were so narrow that foothold was precarious, so far apart that only the slight backward slant of the wall made it possible for them to flatten their bodies against the crumbling brown rock and thus keep from falling.
They toiled desperately, silently. After an hour of utmost effort, they reached the top, and with an exclamation of exultation started in the direction of the fissure. But their exultation was short-lived.
The great split that stopped fifty feet from the desert floor cut them off from the main mesa. They ran hastily along its edge but at no point was it to be crossed. Shortly DeWitt left Jack to follow it back and he hastened to the mesa front where he made a perilous descent and returned with the horses to Porter.
That gentleman forced John to eat some breakfast while Carlos rode hastily to scour the mesa front to the west. Porter and the Mexican had captured two of the horses and the burro that the Indians had left.
The other horses had run out into the desert back to the last spring they had camped at, Porter said. To DeWitt"s great disappointment, the horses carried only blankets, and the burro was loaded with bacon and flour. There were none of Rhoda"s personal belongings. The animals were in good condition, however, and the men annexed them to their outfit gladly.
John was torn betwixt hope and bitter disappointment.
"Do you think they could climb out of the fissure?" he asked half a dozen times, then without waiting for an answer, "Did you see her face, Billy? I had just a glimpse! Didn"t she look well! Just that one glance has put new life in me! I know we will get her! Even this cursed desert isn"t wide enough to keep me from her! G.o.d help that Indian when I get him!"
Porter kept his eyes on Alchise"s rifle which had never wavered in the past three hours.
"I"ve a notion to shoot the barrel off that thing just for luck!" he growled. "John, sit down! You will need all the strength you"ve got and then some before you catch that Injun!"
"What are you going to do?" asked John, seating himself in the sand some few feet from the fissure.
"The big probability is," said Billy, "that they are in the crack. It would be just about impossible for a girl to climb out of one of "em.
If they have got out, though, it"s just a matter of finding their trail again. We"ll have "em! It"s just this chance crack that saved "em.
If you"re rested, ride along the west wall and try for the top again."
For the next five hours, Porter guarded the mesa front alone. It was nearing six o"clock when Jack returned, exhausted and disappointed. He had followed the great split back until the mesa top became so cut and striated with mighty fissures that progress was impossible.
"Isn"t it the devil"s own luck," he growled to Porter as he ate, "that we should have let him get into that one crack! What next! Unless they are still in there, we"ve lost them and are just losing time squatting here."
As he spoke, there was a sound of voices in the fissure. The two men c.o.c.ked their rifles as John and Carlos emerged from the opening. John was scowling and breathless.
"Lost "em as usual, by our infernal stupidity," he panted, while Carlos dropped his empty canteen and lifted Porter"s to his lips. "I rode round to the south of the mesa. There are a couple of possible ascents there. I found Carlos making one. We followed a dozen fissures before we located this one. We got into it about a mile back from here.
Here"s a basket we found at the bottom in a burlap bag."
He tossed one of Cesca"s pitch baskets at Billy, then threw himself in the sand.
"They were down off the mesa, I bet," he went on, "before we fools found the way up, and it was easy for the chap they left guarding the entrance to avoid us. The mesa is covered with big rocks."
"He got away within the last half-hour then," said Billy, "for I didn"t stir from this spot until the burro started to eat the grub pack, and I naturally had to wrestle with him. And no human being could a got out the front even then."
"G.o.d! What a country!" groaned DeWitt. "The Indians outwit us at every step!"
"Well," Jack answered dejectedly, "tell us what we could have done differently."
"I"m not blaming any one," replied John.
Billy Porter rose briskly.
"You boys quit your kicking. The scent is still warm. You fellows get a couple of hours" sleep while I take the horses back to Coyote Hole for water. By daylight we got to be on the south side of the mesa to pick up the trail."
Billy"s businesslike manner heartened Jack and John DeWitt. They turned in beside Carlos, who already was sleeping.
Dawn found them examining the ascents on the south side of the mesa but they found no traces and as the sun came well up they followed the only possible way toward the mountains. At noon they found a low spring in a pocket between mesa and mountain. Kut-le was growing either defiant or careless, for he had left a heap of ashes and a pile of half-eaten desert mice. Very much cheered they allowed the horses a fair rest.
They found no further traces of camp or trail that day and made camp that night in the open desert.
At dawn they were crossing a heavily wooded mountain. The sun had not yet risen when they heard a sound of singing.
"What"s that?" asked DeWitt sharply, as the four pulled up their horses.
"A medicine cry," answered Jack. "We must be near some medicine-man"s _campos_."
"Come on," cried DeWitt, "we"ll quiz them!"
"Hold up, you chump!" exclaimed Billy. "If you rush in on a cry that way you are apt not to come back again. You"ve got to go at "em careful. Let me do the talking."