three o'clock
Molly bathed the burning face and hands in the pure cold water , muttering tender Apache phrases . Kut-le constantly interrupted her to change the girl 's position . For an hour or so he waited for the fever to turn . By three o'clock there was no change for the better and he left Rhoda 's side to pace back and forth by the spring in anxious thought . At last he came to a conclusion and with stern set face he issued a few short orders to his companions . The canteens were refilled . Kut-le lifted Rhoda and the trail was taken to the west .