"How, _Cola_ ?" she greeted him in the soft, cooing tones of the younger Indians whose voices have not yet grown shrill and harsh.
"Wagalexa Conka!" It was the tribal name given him in great honor by his Indians of Pine Ridge Agency.
Through his astonishment, Luck's face glowed at the words.

He went up and put out his hand, impelled by the hospitality which is an unwritten law of the old West, and is not to be broken save for good cause.
"How! How!" he answered her greeting.

"You long ways from home, Annie-Many-Ponies!" Annie-Many-Ponies smiled in a way to make Happy Jack gulp with a sudden emotion he would have denied.

She flashed a quick glance around at the curious faces that regarded her so intently, and she eased her shawl-wrapped burden to the ground with the air of one who has reached her journey's end.
"Yes, I plenty long ways," she assented placidly.

"I don't stay by reservation no more.