"All right, you're in shape to travel, now. Where are your other
clothes? Molly, bring them all here!"

Rhoda, followed the squaw and together they folded the cast-off
clothing. Rhoda saw that her scarf had blown near the cañon edge. A
quick thought came to her. Molly was fully occupied with muttering
adoration of the dainty underwear. Rhoda tied a pebble into the scarf
and dropped it far out into the depths below. Then she returned to
Molly.




CHAPTER V

THE PURSUIT

As twilight deepened, Katherine lay in the hammock thankful for the
soothing effect of the darkness on her aching eyes. She felt a little
troubled about Kut-le. She was very fond of the young Indian. She
understood him as did no one else, perhaps, and had the utmost faith in
his honor and loyalty. She suspected that Rhoda had had much to do
with the young Indian's sudden departure and she felt irritated with
the girl, though at the same time she acknowledged that Rhoda had done
only what she, Katherine, had advised--had treated Kut-le as if he had
been a white man!

She watched the trail for Rhoda's return but darkness came and there
was no sign of the frail figure. A little disturbed, she walked to the
corral bars and looked down to the lights of the cowboys' quarters. If