Thees cabin, she's very good little nes' ontil tomorrow--yoh theenk so ?" Annie-Many-Ponies, sitting beside the doorway of the primitive little log cabin where the night-journeys with Luis had ended, looked up into Ramon's flushed face with her slow smile.

But her eyes were two deep, black wells whose depths he could not fathom.
"Where them priest you promise ?" she asked, her voice lowered to its softest Indian tone.

"Now I think we make plenty marriage; then we go for live in your house." Ramon turned and caught her unexpectedly in his arms.

"Ah, now you spik foolish talk.

Yoh not trus' Ramon! Why yoh talk pries', pries' all time?
Lov', she's plenty pries' for us.