"We can rig up a dressing-room of blankets in no time," he went on, putting a bundle into Rhoda's hands. Rhoda stood holding the bundle in silence while all hands set to rigging up her dressing-room. She felt suddenly cool-headed and resourceful. Her mind was forced away from her own sorrow to the solution of another heavy problem. In the little blanket tent she unrolled the bundle and smiled tenderly at the evidence of Katherine's thoughtfulness. There were underwear, handkerchiefs, toilet articles and Katherine's own pretty corduroy divided skirt and Norfolk jacket with a little blouse and Ascot scarf. Rhoda took off her buckskins and tattered blue shirt slowly, with lips that would quiver. This was the last, the very last of Kut-le! She dressed herself in Katherine's clothes, then folded up the buckskins and shirt. She would keep them, always! When she came out from the tent she stepped awkwardly, for the skirts bothered her, and Jack, waiting nearby, smiled at her. At another time Rhoda would have joined in his amusement, but now she asked soberly: "Which horse is for me?" "Rhoda!" cried DeWitt, "I really wouldn't know you! I thought I never could want you anything but ethereal, but--Jack! Isn't she wonderful!" Jack grinned. Rhoda, tanned and oval-cheeked, and straight of back and shoulder, was not to be compared with the invalid Rhoda. "Gee!" he said. "Wait till Katherine sees her!" Rhoda shrugged her shoulders. "My pleasure in all that is swallowed up by this savage obsession of yours." John DeWitt led out Rhoda's pony. "You don't understand, dear," he said. "You can't doubt my heavenly joy at having you safe. But the outrage of it all-- That Apache devil!" "I do understand, John," answered Rhoda wearily. "Don't try to explain again. I know just how you all feel. Only, I will not have Kut-le killed." "Rhoda," said DeWitt hoarsely, "I shall kill him as I would a yellow dog!" Rhoda turned away. The line of march was quickly formed. Porter led. Carlos closed the rear. DeWitt and Newman rode on either side of Rhoda. They were not long in reaching the trail down the canon wall. Here they paused, for the rough ascent was impossible for the horses. The men looked questioningly at Rhoda but she volunteered no information. She believed that Kut-le had left the camp at the top long since. If for any reason he had delayed his going, she knew that he had watched every movement in the white camp and could protect himself easily. "We can leave Carlos with the horses," said Porter, "while we climb up and see where the trail leads."