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LUIS ROJAS TALKS Fool or not, he had told Annie-Many-Ponies what she wanted to know. He had given food to her brooding thoughts—food that revived swiftly and nourished certain traits lying dormant in her nature, buried alive under the veneer of white man's civilization—as we are proud to call it.

The two ate in silence, and in silence they saddled the horses and fared forth again in their quest of Ramon who had the gold which Annie-Many-Ponies boldly asserted was an added lure. "The monee—always the man wins that has muchos monee." Luis muttered often to himself as he rode into the dusk. Behind him Annie-Many-Ponies walked and led the black horse that bore all her worldly possessions bound to the saddle. The little black dog padded patiently along at his heels. 299