I can't have anybody in my company who doesn't act right.

Now remember--don't make me speak to you again about it." Annie-Many-Ponies stood there, and the veiled, look was in her eyes.
Her face was a smooth, brown mask--beautiful to look upon but as expressionless as the dead.

She did not protest her innocence, she did not explain that she hated and distrusted Bill Holmes and that she had, months ago, repelled his surreptitious advances.

Luck would have believed, for he had known Annie-Many-Ponies since she was a barefooted papoose, and he had never known her to tell him an untruth.
"You go now and get ready for work.

Wear the moccasins with the birds on the toes." He pointed to them and turned away.
Annie-Many-Ponies also turned and went her way and said nothing.