She would show Ramon what she could do--he who had praised boldly another when she was by! "All right, Annie!" Luck called to her through his megaphone.

"Go back now and wait for whistle.

Ride along the edge when you come, from bushes to where you stand.

I want silhouette, you coming.

You sabe ?" Annie-Many-Ponies raised her hand even with her breast, and swept it out and upward in the Indian sign-talk which meant "yes." Luck's eyes flashed appreciation of the gesture; he loved the sign-talk of the old plains tribes.
"Be careful, Annie," he cried impulsively.