“That’s so! When I am sure of a thing I’ll stick to it.”
Frank bit his lip.
“That’s right,” he thought. “She is the most obstinate girl in the world. She is jealous, quick-tempered, obstinate and intractable, but still there is an irresistible charm about her. I should dislike any other girl of her temperament and disposition, but it is most marvelous that the more hateful she is the greater is her attraction for me. Who can explain that? I am sure I can’t.”
He spoke to Inza, but she did not deign to give him much attention, continuing her conversation with Hodge, whose eyes twinkled as he saw there was some sort of a misunderstanding between her and Frank.
“They seem to be quarreling or making up all the time,” Bart mentally observed.
Boomp-boomp! boomp-er-boomp! boomp-er-boomp!
The sun dance had begun, and the drummer was beating out the time with a curious and ponderous drumstick.
The drum was a big rawhide affair, as large as a barrel, and was carried by two men.
The men of the two large community buildings had formed in separate groups, shoulder to shoulder, and, on an open space before the bower occupied by the images, they began the dance.
This dance was a curious lifting of the feet with a sharp, jerky motion, and they sang a Pueblo anthem, which sounded like this: