Rita was as eager now as Ni-ha-be had been with her father and Red Wolf; but even while she was talking, Dolores pulled them both into the lodge.
"Talking leaves!"
Not Many Bears himself could have treated those poor magazines with greater contempt than did the portly dame from Mexico.
To be sure, it was many a long year since she had been taken a prisoner and brought across the Mexican border, and reading had not been among the things she had learned before coming.
"Rita can tell us all they say by-and-by, Mother Dolores. She can hear what they say."
"Let her, then. Ugh!"
"RITA, THE LEAVES HAVE SPOKEN TO HER."
She turned page after page in a doubtful way, as if it were quite possible one of them might bite her; but suddenly her whole manner changed.
"Ugh!"