For an instant Rhoda leaned against his heaving chest. She felt as if after long wandering in a dream she suddenly had stepped back into life. But it was only for the instant that she paused. Her face was blazing with excitement.
"Come!" she cried. "Come!"
"Take my arm! Or had I better carry you?" exclaimed DeWitt.
"Huh!" sniffed Rhoda. "Just try to keep up with me, that's all!"
DeWitt, despite the need for haste, stopped and stared at the girl, open-mouthed. Then as he realized what superb health she showed in every line of face and body, he cried:
"You are well! You are well! O Rhoda, I never thought to see you this way!"
Rhoda squeezed his fingers joyfully.
"I am so strong! Hurry, John! Hurry!"
"Where are the Indians?" panted DeWitt, running along beside her. "What were those shots?"
"Billy Porter found our camp. He shot Alchise and Injun Tom and he and Kut-le were wrestling as I ran." Then Rhoda hesitated. "Perhaps you ought to go back and help Billy!"