A long hour passed in which Rhoda sat in the sand, limp and quiescent, as though all but wrecked by the storm through which she had passed. Dawn came at last. The air was pregnant with new hope, with a vague uplifting of sense and being that told of the coming of a new day. The east quivered with prismatic colors and suddenly the sun appeared.
Rhoda rose and stooped over DeWitt to smooth the hair back from his forehead.
"Come," she said softly. "It's breakfast time!"
DeWitt sat up bewildered. Then his senses returned.
"Rhoda," he exclaimed, "what do you mean by this!"
Rhoda's smile was a little wan.
"You needed the rest and I didn't!"
DeWitt rose and shook himself like a great dog, then looked at Rhoda wonderingly.
"And you don't look much done up! But you had no right to do such a thing! I told you to give me ten minutes. I feel like a brute. Lie down now and get a little sleep yourself."
"Lie in the sun? Thank you, I'd rather push on to the camp and have some breakfast. How do you feel?"
"Much better! It was fine of you, dear, but it wasn't a fair deal."
"I'll be good from now on!" said Rhoda meekly. "What would you like for breakfast?"
DeWitt looked about him. Already the desert was assuming its brazen aspect.
"Water will be enough for me," he answered, "and nothing else. I am seriously considering a rigid diet for a time."
They both drank sparingly of the water in Rhoda's canteen.
"I have three shots in my Colt," said DeWitt, "but I want to save them for an emergency. But if we don't strike camp pretty soon, I'll try to pot a jack-rabbit."
"We can eat desert mice," said Rhoda. "I know how to catch and cook them!"
"Heaven forbid!" ejaculated DeWitt. "Let's start on at once, if you're not too tired."
So they began the day cheerfully. As the morning wore on and they found no trace of the camp, they began to watch the canteen carefully. Gradually their thirst became so great that the desire for food was quite secondary to it and they made no attempt to hunt for a rabbit. They agreed toward noon to save the last few drops in the canteen until they could no longer do without it.
Hour after hour they toiled in the blinding heat, the strange deep blue of the sky reflecting the brazen light of the desert. In their careful avoiding of the mountain where they had rested at sunset the night before, they gradually worked out into a wide barren space with dunes and rock heaps interchanging.