The Indian spoke with such dignity, with such tragic sincerity, that Porter gave him a look of surprise and Rhoda felt hot tears in her eyes. Kut-le turned to the girl.
"You can see that I can"t let you talk alone with Porter, but go ahead and say anything you want to in my hearing. Molly, you bring the white man some dinner and fix him some trail grub. Hurry up, now!"
He seated himself on the rampart and lighted a cigarette. Porter sat down meditatively, with his back against the mountain wall. He was discomfited. Kut-le had guessed correctly as to the circ.u.mstances of his finding the camp. He had no idea where his friends might have gone in the twenty-four hours since he had left them. When he stumbled on to Kut-le he had had a sudden hope that the Indian might take him captive. The Indian"s quiet reception of him nonplussed him and roused his unwilling admiration.
Rhoda sat down beside Porter.
"How is John?" she asked.
"He is pretty good. He has lasted better than I thought he would."
"And Katherine and Jack?" Rhoda"s voice trembled as she uttered the names. It was only with the utmost difficulty that she spoke coherently. All her nerves were on the alert for some unexpected action on the part of either Billy or the Indians.
"Jack"s all right," said Billy. "We ain"t seen Mrs. Jack since the day after you was took, but she"s all to the good, of course, except she"s been about crazy about you, like the rest of us."
"Oh, you poor, poor people!" moaned Rhoda.
Porter essayed a smile with his cracked lips.
"But, say, you do look elegant, Miss Rhoda. You ain"t the same girl!"
Rhoda blushed through her tan.
"I forgot these," she said; "I"ve worn them so long."
"It ain"t the clothes," said Billy, "and it ain"t altogether your fine health. It"s more--I don"t know what it is! It"s like the desert!"
"That"s what I tell her," said Kut-le.
"Say," said Billy, scowling, "you"ve got a nerve, cutting in as if this was a parlor conversation you had cut in on casual. Just keep out of this, will you!"
Rhoda flushed.
"Well, as long as he can hear everything, it"s a good deal of a farce not to let him talk," she said.
"Farce!" exclaimed Billy. "Say, Miss Rhoda, you ain"t sticking up for this ornery Piute, are you?"
Rhoda looked at the calm eyes of the Indian, at the clean-cut intelligence of his face, and she resented Porter"s words. She answered him softly but clearly.
"Kut-le did an awful and unforgivable thing in stealing me. No one knows that better than I do. But he has treated me with respect and he has given me back my health. I thank him for that and--and I do respect him!"
Kut-le"s eyes flashed with a deep light but he said nothing. Porter stared at the girl with jaw dropped.
"Good Lord!" he cried. "Respect him! Wouldn"t that come and get you!
Do you mean that you want to stay with that Injun?"
A slow flush covered Rhoda"s tanned cheeks. Her cleft chin lifted a little.
"At the very first chance," she replied, "I shall escape."
Porter sighed in great relief.
"That"s all right, Miss Rhoda," he said leniently. "Respect him all you want to. I don"t see how you can, but women is queer, if you don"t mind my saying so. I don"t blame you for feeling thankful about your health. You"ve stood this business better than any of us. Say, that squaw seems to be puttin" all her time on making up my pack. Can"t I negotiate for something to eat right now? Tell her not to put pison into it."
Kut-le grinned.
"Maybe Miss Tuttle will fix up something for you, so you can eat without worrying."
"Well, she won"t, you know!" growled Porter. "_Her_ wait on me! She ain"t no squaw!"
"Oh, but," cried Rhoda, "you don"t know how proud I am of my skill! I can run the camp just as well as the squaws." Then, as Porter scowled at Kut-le, "He didn"t make me! I wanted to, so as to be able to take care of myself when I escaped. When you and I get away from him," she looked at the silent Indian with an expression of daring that brought a glint of amus.e.m.e.nt to his eyes, "I"ll be able to live off the trail better than you!"
"Gee!" exclaimed Porter admiringly.
"Of course, in one way it"s no credit to me at all," Rhoda went on, stirring the rabbit stew she was warming up. "Kut-le--" she paused.
Of what use was it to try to explain what Kut-le had done for her!
She toasted fresh tortillas and poured the stew over them and brought the steaming dish to Porter. He tasted of the mess tentatively.
"By Hen!" he exclaimed, and he set upon the stew as if half starved, while Rhoda watched him complacently.
Seeing him apparently thus engrossed, Kut-le turned to speak to Alchise. Instantly Porter dropped the stew, drew a revolver and fired two rapid shots, one catching Alchise in the leg, the other Injun Tom.
Before he could get Kut-le the young Indian was upon him.
"Run, Rhoda, run!" yelled Porter, as he went down, under Kut-le.
Rhoda gave one glance at Injun Tom and Alchise writhing with their wounds, at Porter"s fingers tightening at Kut-le"s throat, then she seized the canteen she had filled for Porter and started madly down the trail. The screaming squaws gave no heed to her.
She ran swiftly, surely, down the rocky way, watching the trail with secondary sense, for every other was strained to catch the sounds from above. But she heard nothing but the screams of the squaws. The trail twisted violently near the desert floor. She sped about one last jutting b.u.t.tress, then stopped abruptly, one hand on her heaving breast.
A man was running toward the foot of the trail. He, too, stopped abruptly. The girl seemed a marvel of beauty to him. With the curly hair beneath the drooping sombrero, the tanned, flushed face, the parted scarlet lips, the throat and tiny triangle of chest disclosed by the rough blue shirt with one b.u.t.ton missing from the top, and the beautiful lithe legs in the clinging buckskins, Rhoda was a wonderful thing to come upon unexpectedly. As John DeWitt took off his hat, his haggard face went white, his stalwart shoulders heaved.
"O John! Dear John DeWitt!" cried Rhoda. "Turn back with me quick! I am running away while Mr. Porter holds Kut-le!"
DeWitt held out his shaking hands to her, unbelieving rapture growing in his eyes.
CHAPTER XVI
ADRIFT IN THE DESERT
Rhoda put her hands into the outstretched, shaking palms.
"Rhoda! Sweetheart! Sweetheart!" DeWitt gasped. Then his voice failed him.
For an instant Rhoda leaned against his heaving chest. She felt as if after long wandering in a dream she suddenly had stepped back into life. But it was only for the instant that she paused. Her face was blazing with excitement.