She did not pause, even then, but hurried on toward the dust cloud.
On the rim of a shallow, saucer-like basin that lay cunningly concealed until one stood upon the very edge of it, Annie-Many-Ponies stopped again and stood looking out from under her spread palm.

Presently the dust cloud moved over the crest of a ridge, and now that it was so much closer she saw clearly the horseman loping abreast of the dust.

Annie-Many-Ponies stood for another moment watching, with that inscrutable half smile on her lips.

She untied the cerise silk kerchief which she wore knotted loosely around her slim neck, waited until the horseman showed plainly in the distance and then, raising her right hand high above her head, waved the scarf three times in slow, sweeping half circles from right to left.

She waited, her eyes fixed expectantly upon the horseman.