him, perhaps--since yoh all time afraid he be mad." Ramon
persisted, beating against the wall of her Indian taciturnity which
always acted as a spur upon his impetuosity. Besides, it was important
to him that he should know just what was the tie between these two. He
had heard Luck Lindsay speak to the girl in the Sioux tongue. He had
seen her eyes lighten as she made swift answer. He had seen her always
eager to do Luck's bidding--had seen her anticipate his wants and
minister to them as though it was her duty and her pleasure to do so.
It was vital that he should know, and it was certain that he could not
question Luck upon the subject--for Ramon Chavez was no fool.

"Long time ago--when I was papoose with no shoes," she began with
seeming irrelevance, her eyes turning instinctively toward the white
tents of the Flying U camp gleaming in the distance, "my people go for
work in Buffalo Bill show. My father go, my mother go, I go. All time we
dance for show, make Indian fight with cowboys--all them act for Buffalo
Bill-Pawnee Bill show. That time Wagalexa Conka boss of Indians. He
Indian Agent. He take care whole bunch. He make peace when fights, he
give med'cine when somebody sick. He awful good to them Indians. He give
me candy, always stop to talk me. I like him. My father like him. All
them Indians like him plenty much. My father awful sick one time, he no
let doctor come. Leg broke all in pieces. He say die plenty if Wagalexa
Conka no make well. I go ticket wagon, tell Wagalexa Conka, he come
quick, fix up leg all right.

"All them Indians like to make him--" She stopped, searching her mind
for the elusive, little-used word which she had learned in the mission
school. "Make him sdop'," she finished triumphantly. "Indians make much
dance, plenty music, lots speeches make him Indian man. My father big
chief, he make Wagalexa Conka him son. Make him my brother. Give him
Indian name Wagalexa Conka. All Indians call that name for him.

"Pretty soon show stop, all them Indians go home by reservation. long
time we don't see Wagalexa Conka no more. I get big girl, go school
little bit. Pretty soon Wagalexa Conka come back, for wants them Indians
for work in pictures. My father go, my mother go, all us go. We work
long time. I," she added with naive pride in her comeliness, "awful good
looking. I do lots of foreground stuff. Pretty soon hard times come.
Indians go home by reservation. I go--I don't like them reservations n