"Now for you," said Hal to the medicine-man.
"You quit running off the settlers' cattle or I'll arrest you."
"Maybeso you can't, medicine-man, me! Chief, heap big chief!" Hal ignored this boast.
"This woman heap scared, all time scared! Let her alone!"
Appah made a long pause before he replied, then he said with some thing that approached a smile:
"Maybeso yes—maybeso no," and he walked to his pony hitched before the blacksmith shop and rode away.
Up to this time Wah-na-gi had remained alert, proud, outwardly calm; now she seemed to dwindle and shrink as she weakly drifted to some empty boxes which huddled under a cottonwood tree by the side of the little irrigating ditch which brawled along in a joyous hurry to get to the big streams below.
Calthorpe followed her and as she sat down said gently: "You are very tired."
"No," she said; "I am not tired."
"What is it, Wah-na-gi?"