Part 34 (2/2)
”Yes,” answered Rhoda simply. ”Come on, John!”
DeWitt struggled on bravely to the crest of the next dune.
”I hate that Apache devil!” he muttered. ”I am going to kill him!”
Rhoda quickly saw the magic of Kut-le's name.
”Why should you want to kill Kut-le?” she asked as Dewitt paused at the top of the next dune. Instantly he started on.
”Because I hate him! I hate him, the devil!”
”See how near the mesa is, John! Only a little way! Kut-le would say we were poor stuff!”
”No doubt! Well, I'll let a gun give him my opinion of him!”
The sand dunes had indeed beaten themselves out against the wall of a giant mesa. Rhoda followed blindly along the wall and stumbled upon a precipitous trail leading upward.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE FORGOTTEN CITY
Up this tortuous trail Rhoda staggered, closely followed by DeWitt. At a level spot the girl paused.
”Water, John! Water!” she cried.
The two threw themselves down and drank of the bubbling spring until they could hold no more. Then Rhoda lay down on the sun-warmed rocks and sleep overwhelmed her.
She opened her eyes to stare into a yellow moon that floated liquidly above her. Whether she had slept through a night and a day or whether but a few hours had elapsed since she had staggered to the spring beside which she lay, she could not tell. She lay looking up into the sky languidly, but with clear mind. A deep sigh roused her. DeWitt sat on the other side of the spring, rubbing his eyes.
”h.e.l.lo!” he said in a hoa.r.s.e croak. ”How did we land here?”
”I led us here sometime in past ages. When or how, _quien sabe_?”
answered Rhoda. ”John, we must find food somehow.”
”Drink all the water you can, Rhoda.” said DeWitt; ”it helps some, and I'll pot a rabbit. What a fool I am. You poor girl! More hards.h.i.+ps for you!”
Rhoda dipped her burning face into the water, then lifted it, dripping.
”If only you won't be delirious, John, I can stand the hards.h.i.+ps.”
DeWitt looked at the girl curiously.
”Was I delirious? And you were alone, leading me across that Hades out there? Rhoda dear, you make me ashamed of myself!”
”I don't see how you were to blame,” answered Rhoda stoutly. ”Think what you have been doing for me!”
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