As the two left the priest, Jack kissed Rhoda solemnly twice. "Once for Katherine," he said, "and once for me. I don't understand much how it all has come about, but I know Kut-le, and I'm willing to trust you to him." Kut-le gave Jack a clear look. "Jack, I'll never forget that speech. If I live long enough, I'll repay you for it." "And an Indian keeps his promises," said Rhoda softly. Billy Porter was not to be outdone. "Now that it's all over with, I'll say that Kut-le is a good fighter and that you are the handsomest couple I ever saw." Kut-le chuckled. "Cesca, am I such a heap fool?" Cesca sniffed. "White squaws no good! They--" But Molly elbowed Cesca aside. "You no listen to her!" she said. "O Molly! Molly!" cried Rhoda. "You are a woman! I'm glad you were here!" And the men's eyes blurred a little as the Indian woman hugged the white girl to her and crooned over her. "You no cry! You no cry! When you come back, Molly come to your house, take care of you!" After a moment Rhoda wiped her eyes, and Kut-le, who had been giving the old padre something that the old fellow eyed with joy, took the girl's hand gently. "Come!" he said. At the door the others watched them mount and ride away. The two sat their horses with the grace that comes of long, hard trails. "Maybe I've done wrong," said Jack. "But I don't feel so. I'm awful sorry for DeWitt." "I'm awful sorry for DeWitt," agreed Porter, "but I'm sorrier for myself. I'm older than DeWitt a whole lot. He's young enough to get over anything." When they had ridden out of sight of the monastery, Kut-le pulled in his horse and dismounted. Then he stood looking up into Rhoda's face. In his eyes was the same look of exaltation that made hers wonderful. He put his hand on her knee. "We've a long ride ahead of us," he said softly. "I want something that I can't have on horseback." Rhoda laid her hand on his. "You meant it all, Rhoda? It was not only to save my life?" "Do you have to ask that?" said Rhoda. "No!" answered Kut-le simply. "You see I waited for you. I knew that they would bring you back. And if you had not spoken, I would rather have died. I had made up my mind to that. O my love! It has come to us greatly!" Then, as if the flood, controlled all these months, had burst its bonds, Kut-le lifted Rhoda from her saddle to his arms and laid his lips to hers. For a long moment the two clung to each other as if they knew that life could hold no moment for them so sweet as this. Then they mounted and, side by side, they rode off into the desert sunset.