to wait. Kut-le took a bundle from his saddle and began to unfasten it
before Rhoda.

"You must get into some suitable clothes," he said. "Put these on."

Rhoda stared at the clothing Kut-le was shaking out. Then she gave him
a look of disgust. There was a pair of little buckskin breeches,
exquisitely tanned, a little blue flannel shirt, a pair of high-laced
hunting boots and a sombrero. She made no motion toward taking the
clothes.

"Can't you see," Kut-le went on, "that, at the least, you will be in my
power for a day or two, that you must ride and that the clothes you
have on are simply silly? Why not be as comfortable as possible, under
the circumstances?"

The girl, with the conventions of ages speaking in her disgusted face,
the savage with his perfect physique bespeaking ages of undistorted
nature, eyed each other narrowly.

"I shall keep on my own clothes," said Rhoda distinctly. "Believe me,
you alone give the party the primitive air you admire!"

Kut-le's jaw hardened.

"Rhoda Tuttle, unless you put these clothes on at once I shall call the
squaws and have them put on you by force."

Into Rhoda's face came a look of despair. Slowly she put out a shaking
hand and took the clothes.