She's say I mus' huree w'ile dark she's las'.

I'm sure s'prised, me!" Luis was a slender young man with a thin, patrician face that had certain picture values for Luck, but which greatly belied his lawless nature.

Until he stood by the rock where she had waited for Ramon, Annie-Many-Ponies had never spoken to him.

She did not know him, therefore she did not trust him--and she looked her distrust.
Luis turned from her after another hasty glance, and began searching for some sign of Ramon.

Presently, in a tiny cleft near the top of the boulder, his black eyes spied a folded paper--two folded papers, as he discovered when he reached up eagerly and pulled them out.
"She's write letter, Ramon," he cried with a certain furtive excitement.
"Thees for yoh." And he smiled while he gave her a folded note with "Ana" scrawled hastily across the face of it.
Annie-Many-Ponies extended her left hand for it, and backed the few steps away from him which would insure her safety against a sudden attack, before she opened the paper and read: "Querida mia, you go with Luis.