As he went he said something that made Luis look back over his shoulder and laugh.
Annie-Many-Ponies lifted her head and stared straight at Ramon.

He did not meet her eyes, nor did he show any resentment of Bill Holmes' speech; yet he had sworn that he loved her, that he would be proud to have her for his wife.

She, the daughter of a chief, had been insulted in his presence, and he had made no protest, shown no indignation.
"You promise priest for making us marriage," she reiterated coldly, as if she meant to force his real self into the open.

"You promise you put ring of gold for wedding on my finger, like white woman's got." Ramon's laugh was not pleasant.

"Yoh theenk marry squaw ?" he sneered.
"Luck Leen'sey, he don't marry yoh.