I not like for hims be mad." "Now you make ME mad--Ramon what loves yoh! Yoh like for Ramon be mad, perhaps?
Always yoh 'fraid Luck Lindsay this, 'fraid Luck that other.
Me, I gets damn' sick hear that talk all time.

Bimeby he marree som' girl, then what for you?
He don' maree yoh, eh?
He don' lov' yoh; he think too good for maree Indian girl.

Me, I not think like that.

I, Ramon Chavez, I think proud to lov, yoh.

Ramon--" "I not think Wagalexa Conka marry me." The girl was turning stubborn under his importunities.