This latter might have been meant to represent a goose, an ostrich or a guinea hen; but Myrtle was delighted with it and thanked the generous squaw, who responded merely with a grunt, not understanding English.

A man in a wide sombrero who stood lazily by observed the incident and said: "Don't thank the hag.

She's selfish.

The Mojaven think it brings luck to have a gift accepted by a cripple." Myrtle flushed painfully.
"I suppose my crutches make me look more helpless than I really am," she whispered to her friends as they moved away.

"But they're such a help in getting around that I'm very grateful to have them, and as I get stronger I can lay them aside and not be taken for a cripple any more." The air was delightfully invigorating here in the mountains, yet it was not at all cold.