From his own side, Luck, returning again the gesture, went out to meet him.

In the center they met, and eyed each other frankly.

Still eyeing Luck, the old Indian put out his hand Indian fashion, and Luck grave it one downward shake and let go.
"How ?" he grunted; and in the Indian custom of preparing for a leisurely pow-wow as he had been taught by the Sioux, he squatted upon his boot heels and reached for his cigarette papers and tobacco.
"How ?" replied the Navajo, a flicker of interest in his eyes at these little Indian touches in Luck's manner, and sat himself down cross-legged on the hot sand.

Luck rolled a cigarette and passed the "makings" to the other, who received it gravely and proceeded to help himself.

Luck scratched a match on a stone that lay beside him, lighted the Indian's cigarette and then his own, took four puffs and blew the smoke upward, watching it spread and drift away, and made the gesture that meant "Our pow-wow will be good," as he had seen the Sioux medicine men do before a council.