"Fifty cents," said the Indian.
"For all?" I asked.
"No. No. For one. Four bean two dollar."
We both exclaimed at this, for it was double the regular price of the beans.
"All right," said Maiden's Heart. "Twenty-five cents, daytime. Fifty cents, night."
We looked at each other, and concluded to pay the price and depart. I gave him two dollars, and asked him to open the gate and let us out.
"ANOTHER BEAN."
He grinned.
"No. No. We got no key. Captain got key. Come up wall. Go down wall."