Part 9 (1/2)
Into Rhoda's face came a look of despair. Slowly she put out a shaking hand and took the clothes.
”I can't argue against a brute,” she said. ”The men I have known have been gentlemen. Tell one of your filthy squaws to come and help me.”
”Molly! _p.r.o.nto_!” Like a brown lizard the fat squaw scuttled to Rhoda's side.
In a little dressing-room formed by fallen rock, Rhoda put on the boy's clothing. Molly helped the girl very gently. When she was done she smoothed the blue-s.h.i.+rted shoulder complacently.
”Heap nice!” she said. ”Make 'em sick squaw heap warm. You no 'fraid!
Kut-le say cut off nose, kill 'em with cactus torture, if Injuns not good to white squaw.”
The touch was the touch of a woman and Molly, though a squaw, had a woman's understanding. Rhoda gave a little sob.
”Kut-le, he good!” Molly went on. ”He a big chief's son. He strong, rich. You no be afraid. You look heap pretty.”
Involuntarily Rhoda glanced at herself. The new clothes were very comfortable. With the loveliness and breeding that neither clothing nor circ.u.mstance could mar, Rhoda was a fascinating figure. She was tall for a woman, but now she looked a mere lad. The buckskin clung like velvet. The high-laced boots came to her knees. The sombrero concealed all of the golden hair save for short curling locks in front.
She would have charmed a painter, Kut-le thought, as she stepped from her dressing-room; but he kept his voice coolly impersonal.
”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 canon 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 only John DeWitt and Jack would return! But she did not expect them before midnight. She returned to the house and telephoned to the ranch foreman.
”Don't you worry, ma'am,” he answered cheerily. ”No harm could come to her! She just walked till it got dark and is just starting for home now, I bet! She can't have got out of sight of the ranch lights.”
”But she may have! You can't tell what she's done, she's such a tenderfoot,” insisted Katherine nervously. ”She may have been hurt!”
It was well that Katherine could not see the foreman's face during the conversation. It had a decided scowl of apprehension, but he managed a cheerful laugh.
”Well, you _have_ got nervous, Mrs. Newman! I'll just send three or four of the boys out to meet her. Eh?”
”Oh, yes, do!” cried Katherine. ”I shall feel easier. Good-by!”
d.i.c.k Freeman dropped the receiver and hurried into the neighboring bunk-house.
”Boys,” he said quietly, ”Mrs. Newman just 'phoned me that Miss Tuttle went to walk at sunset, to be gone half an hour. She ain't got back yet. She is alone. Will some of you come with me?”
Every hand of cards was dropped before d.i.c.k was half through his statement. In less than twenty minutes twenty cowboys were circling slowly out into the desert. For two hours Katherine paced from the living-room to the veranda, from the veranda to the corral. She changed her light evening gown to her khaki riding habit. Her nervousness grew to panic. She sent Li Chung to bed, then she paced the lawn, listening, listening.
At last she heard the thud of hoofs and d.i.c.k Freeman dismounted in the light that streamed from the open door.
”We haven't found her, Mrs. Newman. Has Mr. Newman got back? I think we must get up an organized search.”