listen and let your own eyes and ears prove guilt
or innocence.

So Annie-Many-Ponies stood by the rock and listened and watched. She
did not see any silver bridle. She heard many words, but the two were
speaking in that strange Spanish talk which she did not know at all,
save "Querida mia," which Ramon had told her meant sweetheart.

The two talked, low-voiced and earnest, Bill was telling all that he
knew of Luck Lindsay's plans--and that was not much.

"He don't talk," Bill complained. "He just tells the bunch a day
ahead--just far enough to get their makeup and costumes on, generally.
But he won't stay around here much longer; he's taken enough spring
roundup stuff now for half a dozen pictures. He'll be moving in to the
ranch again pretty quick. And I know this picture calls for a lot of
town business that he'll have to take. I saw the script the other day."
This, of course, being a free translation of the meaningless jumble of
strange words which Annie heard.

"What town business is that? Where will he work?" Ramon was plainly
impatient of so much vagueness.

"Well, there's a bank robbery--I paid particular attention, Ramon, so I
know for certain. But when he'll do it, or what bank he'll use, I don't
know any more than you do. And there's a running fight down the street
and through the Mexican quarter. The rest is just street stuff--that
and a fiesta that I think he'll probably me the old plaza for location.
He'll need a lot of Mexicans for that stuff. He'll want you, of course."

"That bank--who will do that?" Ramon's fingers trembled so that he could
scarcely roll a cigarette. "Andy, perhaps?"

"No--that's the Mexican bunch. I--why, I guess that will maybe be
you, Ramon. I wasn't paying much attention to the parts--I was after
locations, and I only had about two minutes at the script. But he's been
giving you some good bits right along where he needed a Mexican type;
and those scenes in the rocks the other day was bandit stuff with you
for lead. It'll be you or Miguel--the Native Son, as they call him--and
so far he's cast for another part. That's the worst of Luck. He won't
talk about what he's going to do till he's all ready to do it."

There was a little further discussion. Ramon muttered a few
sentences--rapid instructions, Annie-Many-Ponies believed from the tone
he used.

"All right, I'll keep you posted," Bill Holmes replied in English. And
he added as he started off, "You can send word by the