moment! This, then, was to be the solution! And with all the horror
of what life might mean to her, she cried out with a sob:

"Oh, not this way! Not this way!"

Kut-le gave her a quick push.

"Hurry," he said, "and try to remember good things of me!"

With a cry of joy, Rhoda jumped from the track, then stopped. There
flashed across her inner vision the face of young Cartwell, debonair
and dark, with unfathomable eyes; young Cartwell who had saved her life
when the scorpion had stung her, who had spent hours trying to lead her
back to health. Instantly she turned and staggered back to the Indian.

"I can't let a human being die like a trapped animal!" she panted, and
she threw herself wildly against him.

Kut-le fell at the unexpected impact of her weight and his foot was
freed! He lifted Rhoda, leaped from the track, and the second section
of the tourist train thundered into the west.

"You are as fine as I thought you were--" he began. But Rhoda was a
limp heap at his feet.

The girl came to her senses partially when Kut-le set her in the saddle
and fastened her there with strap and blanket. But happily she was
practically unconscious for the hour or two that remained till dawn.
Just as day was breaking the Indians made their way across an arroyo
and up a long slope to a group of cottonwoods. Here Rhoda was put to