The Heritage of the Sioux

occupied with his food, and he stared abstractedly at the ground after he had finished his first cup of coffee and before he took his second. Once Bill Holmes caught him gl

e first to sense trouble in the air, and withdrew herself from the company and sat apart, wr

ngly. "Come on up by the fire, Annie," he commanded gently. "What yo

e had, stepping lightly, straight and slim and darkly beautiful. Applehead glanced at her sour

th a hardness in her voice which did not escape

He eyed her sharply as she turned away to her own tent, and he observed that when she passed Applehead she took two steps to one side, wide

ked the old man quizzically. "Her dog

fully. "Compadre's got that there dawg's goat, now I'm te

he ground beside him and began feeling for the makings of a cigar

bad eye." He looked at the breakfasting company and then again at Luck, and gave an almost imperceptible back

e followed Applehead unobtrusively. "Well, what's on

got a couple of danged fine women in this here bunch, and I shore do hate to see things goin' on around here that'd shame 'em if they was to find it out. And fur's I can see they will fi

point, man.

ying at midnight in the tent of Annie-Many-Ponies, and had gone outside to see what was the matter. He didn't know, he explained, but what his cat Compadre w

per a command of some sort to the dog, which had immediately hushed its whining. He hated to be telling tales on anybody, but he knew how keenly Luck felt his responsibility towa

," Luck said calmly, "but you sure must

in' all spring. I never said nothin' 'cause it wa'n't none of my put-in. But that Injun had a heap of business off away from the ranch whilst you was in Los Angeles, Luck. Sneaked off

h her?" Luck's eyes wer

that goes; and he didn't always git back the same day neither. He never went off with Annie, and he never came back with her, fur as

ot even to Applehead, bound to him by closer ties than a

an costume and use that big gray you rode in that drive we made the other day. I'm going to pick up the action where we left off when it turne

reply to a nod, and went back to the breakfast fire polishing his bald bead with the flat of his palm. He met Annie-Many-Ponies coming to ask Luck which of the two pairs of beaded moccasins she carried in her hands he would like to have her wear. She did not look at Applehead at all

t intimacy which must carry on its converse under cover of night. She did not trust Bill Holmes. Why must he keep Ramon posted? She glanced ahead to where Luck stood thinking deeply about something, and her eyes softened in a shy sympathy with his trouble. Wagalexa Conka worked h

trouble in the hardness that was in his eyes.

was lowered so that a couple of the boys fussing with the hors

on over her shoulder and breast, stepped soft-footedly up to him and stopped. Sh

that. You know you must not leave camp with him after dark. You make me ashamed of you when you do those things. You keep away from Bill Holmes and stay in camp nights. If you're a bad girl, I'll have to send you

ad. 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

r the moccasins with the birds on the t

d gone out to meet Ramon, for that, she felt instinctively, was a secret which Ramon trusted her not to betray. She could not tell Wagalexa Conka, either, that she met Ramon often when the camp was asleep. He would think that as bad as meeting Bill Holmes. She knew tha

this picture. She murmured caresses to Shunka Chistala, the little black dog that was always at her heels. She rode with the company to the rocky gorge which was "location" for today. When Wagalexa Conka called

told her she had done fine, and that he was pleased with her, Annie-Many-Ponies did not smile back with

ried to have a secret word with her, but she moved away and would not look at him. For Annie-Many-Ponies, hurt and bitter as she felt toward her beloved Wagalexa Conka, hated Bill Holmes fourfol