The girl, with the conventions of ages speaking in her disgusted face, the savage with his perfect physique bespeaking ages of undistorted nature, eyed each other narrowly. 

 "I shall keep on my own clothes," said Rhoda distinctly.  "Believe me, you alone give the party the primitive air you admire!" 

 Kut-le's jaw hardened. 

 "Rhoda Tuttle, unless you put these clothes on at once I shall call the squaws and have them put on you by force." 

 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! Pronto!"  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-shirted 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 circumstance 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 cañon edge. A quick thought came 

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