Truly, this was not what she had dreamed the morning would be like--she who
had been worried over the question of whether Ramon would let her confess to
the priest before they were married! Here was no priest and no Ramon, even;
but a keen-eyed young Mexican whom she scarcely knew at all; and a mysterious
hiding-out in closed-in canons until dark before they might follow Ramon who
loved her. Annie-Many-Ponies did not understand why all this stealthiness
should be necessary, for she knew that proof of her honorable marriage would
end Luck's pursuit--supposing he did pursue--even though his anger might live
always for her. She did not understand; and when an Indian confronts a
situation which puzzles him, you may be very sure that same Indian is going to
be very, very cautious. Annie-Many-Ponies was Indian to the middle of her
bone.
CHAPTER XVII. APPLEHEAD SHOWS THE STUFF HE IS MADE 0F
Lite Avery, turning to look back as they galloped up a long slope so gradual
in its rise that it seemed almost level, counted just fourteen Indians
spreading out fanwise in pursuit. He turned to Applehead with the quiet
deference in his manner that had won the old man's firm friendship.
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