Yoh 'fraid of Luck Leen'sey, that's why I promise.

Now yoh come way up here, so luck don' matter no more.

Yoh be happy weeth me." "You promise," Annie-Many-Ponies repeated, a sullen note creeping into her voice.
Bill Holmes, lounging up to the doorway, glanced from one to the other and laughed.

"What's the matter, Ramon ?" he bantered.

"Can't you square it with your squaw?
Go after her with a club, why don't you?
That's what they're used to." Ramon did not make any reply whatever, and Bill gave another chuckling laugh and joined Luis, who was going to take the gaunt horses to a tiny meadow beyond the hill.