Looks like he's taking pictures out here all summer! You hear him say something, maybe ?" "I not hear." "Them vaqueros--bah! They don't bear nothings either.

What's matter over there, nobody hear nothing?
Luck, he got no tongue when camera's shut up, perhaps ?" "Nah--I dunno." Ramon looked at her for a minute in mute rage.

It was not the first time he had found himself hard against the immutable reticence of the Indian in her nature.
"Why you snapping teeth like a wolf ?" she asked him slyly.
"Me?
I don' snap my teeth, sweetheart." It cost Ramon some effort to keep his voice softened to the love key.
"Why you not ask Wagalexa Conka what he do ?" "I don' care, that's why I don' ask.

Me, it's' no matter." He hesitated a moment, evidently weighing a matter of more importance to him than he would have Annie-Many-Ponies suspect.

"Sweetheart, yoh do one thing for Ramon ?" His voice might almost be called wheedling.