There should be no trouble, no mysterious following of Ramon by night.
Something evil there was, since Bill Holmes was with Ramon.
Annie-Many-Ponies knew that it was so.

Perhaps--perhaps the evil was against Wagalexa Conka! Perhaps--her heart forgot to beat when the thought stabbed her brain--perhaps they had killed Wagalexa Conka! It might be so, if he had suspected her flight and had followed Ramon, and they had fought.
In the thick shade of a pinon Luis slept with his face to the ground, his forehead pressed upon his folded arms.

Annie-Many-Ponies got up silently and went and stood beside him, looking down at him as though she meant to wrest the truth from his brain.

And Luis, feeling in his sleep the intensity of her gaze, stirred uneasily, yawned and sat up, looking about him bewilderedly.

His glance rested on the girl, and he sprang to his feet and faced her.
Annie-Many-Ponies smiled her little, tantalizing, wistfully inviting smile--the smile which luck bad whimsically called heart-twisting.
"I awful lonesome," she murmured, and sat down with her back nestling comfortably against a grassy bank.