No can come, yoh man.

No spik name--som'bodys maybe hears." Annie-Many-Ponies rose and stood peering at him through the dark.
"What's wrong ?" she asked abruptly, borrowing the curt phrase from Luck Lindsay.

"Why I not speak name?
Why--some body-- ?" she laid ironical stress upon the word--"not come?
What business you got, Luis Rojas ?" "No--don' spik names, me!" The figure was seen to throw out an imploring hand.

"Moch troubles, yoh bet! Yoh come now--somebodys she wait in dam-hurry!" Annie-Many-Ponies, with her fingers still closed upon the bone handle of her sharp-edged knife, thought swiftly.

Wariness had been born into her blood--therefore she could understand and meet halfway the wariness of another.