You no like for Indians go home," she stated with soft sympathy.

"I sabe you not got monies for pay all thems Indians.

I come be Indian girl for you; I not want monies.

You let me stay--Wagalexa Conka!" "You come in and eat, Annie-Many-Ponies," Luck commanded with more gentleness than he was accustomed to show.

The girl must have followed him all the way from Los Angeles, and she must have walked all the way out from Albuquerque.