She missed Kut-le, but DeWitt was frankly relieved. For the first time since Porter"s warning he relaxed his vigilance. On the fifth evening after Kut-le"s disappearance, Jack and DeWitt rode over to a neighboring ranch. Katherine was lazy with a headache. So Rhoda took her evening stroll alone. For once, she left the orchard and wandered out into the open desert, moved by an uncanny desire to let the full horror of the desert mystery sweep over her.
How long she sat on a rock, gazing into infinity, she did not know. It seemed to her that her whole shivering, protesting body was being absorbed into the strange radiance of the afterglow. At last she rose.
As she did so, a tall figure loomed silently before her. Rhoda was too startled to scream. The figure was that of an Indian, naked save for high moccasins and a magnificently decorated loin-cloth. The man looked down at her with the smile of good fellowship that she knew so well. It was Kut-le, standing like a young bronze G.o.d against the faint pink of the afterglow.
"h.e.l.lo!" he said nonchalantly. "I"ve been watching for you."
"What do you want!" gasped Rhoda. "What do you mean by coming before me in--in--"
"You mean when I"m dressed as a chief on the warpath? Well, you said you"d be keen about me this way; so here I am. I tried all the white methods I knew to win you and failed. Now the only thing left is the Indian method."
Rhoda moved uneasily.
Kut-le went on:
"As a white man I can no longer pester you. As an Indian I can steal you and marry you."
Rhoda struggled to make him and his words seem real to her.
"You aren"t going to be so absurd as to try to steal me, I hope!" she tried to laugh.
"That"s just what I"m going to do!" answered Kut-le. "If I steal as a white would steal, I would be caught at once. If I use Apache methods, no white on earth can catch me."
Rhoda gasped as the Indian"s evident sincerity sank in on her.
"But," she pleaded, fighting for time, "you can"t want to marry me by force! Don"t you know that I shall grow to loathe you?"
"No! No!" answered the Indian earnestly. "Not after I"ve shown you life as I have seen it."
"Nonsense!" cried Rhoda. "Don"t you realize that the whole county will be after you by morning?"
Kut-le laughed, deliberately walked up to the girl and lifted her in his arms as he had on the morning of their meeting. Rhoda gave one scream and struggled frantically. He slid a hand over her lips and tightened his hold. For a moment Rhoda lay motionless in abject fear, then, with a m.u.f.fled cry of utter helplessness, a cry that would have driven a white man mad with pity, she slipped into unconsciousness.
Kut-le walked on for a short distance to a horse. He put Rhoda in the saddle and fastened her there with a blanket. He slipped off the twisted bandana that bound his short black hair, fillet wise, and tied it carefully over Rhoda"s mouth. Then with one hand steadying the quiet shoulders, he started the horse on through the dusk.
CHAPTER IV
THE INDIAN WAY
It was some time before the call of a coyote close beside her penetrated Rhoda"s senses. At its third or fourth repet.i.tion, she sighed and opened her eyes. Night had come, the luminous lavender night of the desert. Her first discovery was that she was seated on a horse, held firmly by a strong arm across her shoulders. Next she found that her uneasy breathing was due to the cloth tied round her mouth. With this came realization of her predicament and she tossed her arms in a wild attempt to free herself.
The arm about her tightened, the horse stopped, and the voice went on repeating the coyote call, clearly, mournfully. Rhoda ceased her struggling for a moment and looked at the face so close to her own. In the starlight only the eyes and the dim outline of the features were visible, and the eyes were as dark and menacing to her as the desert night that shut her in.
Mad with fear, Rhoda strained at the rigid arm. Kut-le dropped the reins and held her struggling hands, ceased his calling and waited.
Off to the left came an answering call and Kut-le started the pony rapidly toward the sound. In a few moments Rhoda saw a pair of hors.e.m.e.n. Utterly exhausted, she sat in terror awaiting her fate.
Kut-le gave a low-voiced order. One of the riders immediately rode forward, leading another horse. Kut-le slipped another blanket from this and finished binding Rhoda to her saddle so securely that she scarcely could move a finger. Then he mounted his horse, and he and one of the Indians started off, leading Rhoda"s horse between them and leaving the third Indian standing silently behind them.
Rhoda was astride of the pony, half sitting, half lying along his neck.
The Indians put the horses to a trot and immediately the discomfort of her position was made agony by the rough motion. But the pain cleared her mind.
Her first thought was that she never would recover from the disgrace of this episode. Following this thought came fury at the man who was so outraging her. It only he would free her hands for a moment she would choke him! Her anger would give her strength for that! Then she fought against her fastenings. They held her all but motionless and the sense of her helplessness brought back the fear panic. Utterly helpless, she thought! Flying through darkness to an end worse than death! In the power of a naked savage! Her fear almost robbed her of her reason.
After what seemed to her endless hours, the horses were stopped suddenly. She felt her fastenings removed. Then Kut-le lifted her to the ground where she tumbled, helpless, at his feet. He stooped and took the gag from her mouth. Immediately with what fragment of strength remained to her, she screamed again and again. The two Indians stood stolidly watching her for a time, then Kut-le knelt in the sand beside her huddled form and laid his hand on her arm.
"There, Rhoda," he said, "no one can hear you. You will only make yourself sick."
Rhoda struck his hand feebly.
"Don"t touch me!" she cried hoa.r.s.ely. "Don"t touch me, you beast! I loathe you! I am afraid of you! Don"t you dare to touch me!"
At this Kut-le imprisoned both her cold hands in one of his warm palms and held them despite her struggles, while with the other hand he smoothed her tumbled hair from her eyes.
"Poor frightened little girl," he said, in his rich voice. "I wish I might have done otherwise. But there was no other way. I don"t know that I believe much in your G.o.d but I guess you do. So I tell you, Rhoda, that by your faith in Him, you are absolutely safe in my hands!"
Rhoda caught her breath in a childlike sob while she sstill struggled to recover her hands.
"I loathe you!" she panted. "I loathe you! I loathe you!"
But Kut-le would not free the cold little hands.
"But do you fear me, too? Answer me! Do you fear me?"
The moon had risen and Rhoda looked into the face that bent above hers.
This was a naked savage with hawk-like face. Yet the eyes were the ones that she had come to know so well, half tragic, somber, but clear and, toward her, tender, very, very tender. With a shuddering sigh, Rhoda looked away. But against her own volition she found herself saying:
"I"m not afraid now! But I loathe you, you Apache Indian!"
Something very like a smile touched the grim mouth of the Apache.
"I don"t hate you, you Caucasian!" he answered quietly.
He chafed the cold hands for a moment, in silence. Then he lifted her to her saddle. But Rhoda was beyond struggle, beyond even clinging to the saddle. Kut-le caught her as she reeled.
"Don"t tie me!" she panted. "Don"t tie me! I won"t fight! I won"t even scream, if you won"t tie me!"
"But you can"t sit your saddle alone," replied Kut-le. "I"ll have to tie you."
Once more he lifted her to the horse. Once more with the help of his silent companion he fastened her with blankets. Once more the journey was begun. For a little while, distraught and uncertain what course to pursue, Rhoda endured the misery of position and motion in silence.
Then the pain was too much and she cried out in protest. Kut-le brought the horses to a walk.
"You certainly have about as much s.p.u.n.k as a chicken with the pip!" he said contemptuously. "I should think your loathing would brace you up a little!"
Stung by the insult to a sudden access of strength, as the Indian had intended her to be, Rhoda answered, "You beast!" but as the horses swung into the trot she made no protest for a long hour. Then once more her strength failed her and she fell to crying with deep-drawn sobs that shook her entire body. After a few moments of this, Kut-le drew close to her.
"Don"t!" he said huskily. "Don"t!" And again he laid his hand on her shoulder.
Rhoda shuddered but could not cease her sobs. Kut-le seemed to hesitate for a few moments. Then he reached over, undid Rhoda"s fastenings and lifted her limp body to the saddle before him, holding her against his broad chest as if he were coddling a child. Then he started the horses on. Too exhausted to struggle, Rhoda lay sobbing while the young Indian sat with his tragic eyes fastened steadily on the mysterious distances of the trail. Finally Rhoda sank into a stupor and, seeing this, Kut-le doubled the speed of the horses.