As he spoke he was tying DeWitt's hands and ankles with his own and DeWitt's handkerchiefs. Rhoda would have run to DeWitt's aid but Cesca's hand was tight on her arm. Before the girl could plan any action, Kut-le had turned to her and had lifted her in his arms. She fought him wildly.
"I can't leave him so, Kut-le! You will kill all I've learned to feel for you if you leave him so!"
"He'll be all right!" panted Kut-le, running down the trail. "I've got Billy Porter down here to leave with him!"
At the foot of the trail were horses. Gagged and bound to his saddle Billy Porter sat in the moonlight with Molly on guard. Kut-le put Rhoda on a horse, then quickly thrust Porter to the ground, where the man sat helplessly.
"Oh, Billy!" cried Rhoda. "John is on the terrace! Find him! Help him!"
The last words were spoken as Kut-le turned her horse and led at a trot into the desert.