“I give up!” he said quietly.  Then he turned, walked slowly to the canon edge, and clambered deliberately down the trail.

Jack and Billy stood dazed for a moment longer, then Porter cleared his throat.

“Miss Rhoda, don’t do this!  Now don’t you!  Come with us back to the ranch.  Just for a month till you get away from this Injun’s influence!  Come back and talk to Mrs. Newman.  Come back and get some other woman’s ideas!  For God’s sake, Miss Rhoda, don’t ruin your life this way!”

“When Katherine knows it all, she’ll understand and agree with me,” replied Rhoda.  “Jack, try to remember everything I said, to tell Katherine.”

“I tell her!” cried Jack.  “Why can’t you tell her yourself?  What are you planning to do?”

“That is for Kut-le to say,” answered Rhoda.

“Rhoda,” said Jack, and his voice shook with earnestness, “listen!  Listen to me, your old playmate!  I know how fascinating Kut-le is.  Lord help us, girl, he’s been my best friend for years!  And in spite of everything, he’s my friend still.  But, Rhoda, it won’t do!  It won’t work out right.  He’s a fine man for men.  But as a husband to a white woman, he’s still an Indian; and after the first, that must always come between you!  Think again, Rhoda!  I tell you, it won’t do!”

Rhoda’s voice still was clear and high, still bore the note of exaltation.

“I have thought again and again, Jack.  There could be no end to the thinking, so I gave it up!”

Kut-le’s eyes were on the girl, inscrutable and calm as the desert itself, but still he did not speak.

Billy Porter wiped his forehead again and again on a cloth that bore no resemblance to a handkerchief.

“I can’t put up any kind of an argument.  All I can say is I don’t see how any one like you could do it, Miss Rhoda!  Just think!  His folks is Injuns, dirty, blanket Injuns!  They scratch themselves from one day’s end to the other.  They will be your relatives, too!  They’ll be hanging round you all the time.  I’m not a married man but I’ve noticed when you marry a man you generally marry his whole darn family.  I—­I—­oh, there’s no use talking to her!  Let’s take her away by force, Jack!”

Rhoda caught her breath and instinctively moved toward Kut-le.  But Jack did not stir.

“No,” he answered; “I’ve done all the chasing and trying to kidnap that I care about.  But, Rhoda, once and for all I tell you that I think you are doing you and yours a deadly wrong!”

“Perhaps I am,” replied Rhoda steadily.  “I make no pretense of knowing.  At any rate, I’m going to stay with Kut-le.”

“For heaven’s sake, Rhoda,” cried Jack, “at least come back to the ranch and let Katherine give you a wedding.  She’ll never forgive me for leaving you this way!”

Porter turned on Jack savagely.

“Look here!” he shouted.  “Are you crazy too!  You’re talking about her marrying this Apache!”