"She's here when I go, Ramon," he explained deprecatingly. "I don' un'stan',
me. She's tell me go breeng yoh thees place. She's say I mus' huree w'ile dark
she's las'. I'm sure s'prised, me!" Luis was a slender young man with a thin,
patrician face that had certain picture values for Luck, but which greatly
belied his lawless nature. Until he stood by the rock where she had waited for
Ramon, Annie-Many-Ponies had never spoken to him. She did not know him,
therefore she did not trust him--and she looked her distrust.
Luis turned from her after another hasty glance, and began searching for some
sign of Ramon. Presently, in a tiny cleft near the top of the boulder, his
black eyes spied a folded paper--two folded papers, as he discovered when he
reached up eagerly and pulled them out.
"She's write letter, Ramon," he cried with a certain furtive excitement.
"Thees for yoh." And he smiled while he gave her a folded note with "Ana"
scrawled hastily across the face of it.
Annie-Many-Ponies extended her left hand for it, and backed the few steps away
from him which would insure her safety against a sudden attack, before she
opened the paper and read:
"Querida mia, you go with Luis.
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