Luck had smiled his smile again--a smile of white, even teeth and so much good will that you immediately felt that he was your friend--and called her back to him.

Luck was chief; and his commands were to be obeyed, instantly and implicitly; that much he had impressed deeply upon the least of these.

While the squaws grinned and murmured Indian words to one another, the big-eye girl returned reluctantly; and Luck, dropping a hand to his coat pocket while he smiled reassurance, emptied that pocket of gum for her.

His smile had lingered after he turned away; for like flies to an open syrup can the papooses had gathered around the girl.
Well, that job was done, and done well.

Every one was satisfied save Luck himself.