"Never the trail again!" Jack declared firmly.
"Sí, sí, sí—the trail again!"
"You think so? Then why do you ask?"
"To make a question," answered Firio. "The big sadness will be too strong. It will make you move—sí!"
"The big sadness!" Jack exclaimed. He seized Firio by the shoulders and looked narrowly at him, and Firio met the gaze with soft, puzzling lights in his eyes. "Ho! ho! A big sadness! How do you know?" he laughed.
"I learn on the trail when I watch you look at the stars. And Señorita Ewold, she know; but she think the big sadness a devil. She—" and he paused.
"She—yes?" Jack asked.
"She—" Firio started again.
Jack suddenly raised his hands from Firio's shoulders in a gesture of interruption. It was not exactly Firio's place to hazard opinions about Mary Ewold.
"Never mind!" he said, rather sharply.