Ooeya’s costume, however, was simplicity itself: a neat little crimson skull-cap, prettily braided and beribboned hair, a costume of white cotton, with a sash of crimson to match the cap, and a triple string of blue glass beads around her sable neck.
Just while the giant king was in this ecstatic state, Antonio and the boys came in.
The king seized him by both hands.
“See,” he cried, “see my beautiful spirit wife!”
Then he sat gravely down on the matted floor cross-legged.
“Speak me not now,” he said, and for ten minutes there was not a hush to be heard in the big, grass-built hall.
Then he slowly rose, and beckoned all to leave the hall except Antonio.
“Capitan,” he said, almost solemnly, “my friend and brudder ever you hab been.”
“Yes, Mlada.”
“You gib me much fine ding! You fight for me one time foh true!”