"Quien sabe?" he muttered vaguely and went on.
Annie-Many-Ponies did not know what he meant, but she guessed that he did not
want to be questioned upon the subject; so she readjusted the shawl that had
slipped from her head and went on silently, two long steps behind him.
In a little he turned from the ravine, which was becoming more open and not
quite so deep. They scrambled over boulders which the horse must negotiate
carefully to avoid a broken leg, and then they were in another little ravine,
walled round with rocks and high, brushy slopes. Luis went a little way,
stopped beside a huge, jutting boulder and gave a little exclamation of
dismay.
"No more here, Ramon," he said, staring down at the faintly smoking embers of
a little fire. "She's go som' place, I don't know, me."
The slim right hand of Annie-Many-Ponies went instinctively to her bosom and
to what lay hidden there. But she waited, looking from the little campfire
that was now almost dead, to Luis whom she suspected of treachery. Luis
glanced up at her apologetically, caught something of menace in that
unwinking, glittering stare, and began hastily searching here and there for
some sign that would enlighten him further.
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