Me no care." "I see.

Well, maybe you're right." He tightened the reins, and rode away, the tight little wad of paper still hidden in his palm.

When he was quite out of sight from the camp and jogging leisurely down the hot trail, he unfolded it carefully and looked at it long.
His face was grave and thoughtful when at last he tore it into tiny bits and gave it to the hot, desert wind.

It was a pitiful little message, printed laboriously upon a scrap of brown wrapping--paper.

It said simply: "God by i lov yo.".