Yoh lov' him, perhaps?
Bah! Yoh dirt onder his feet." Ramon did not seriously consider that any woman whom he favored could sanely love another man more than himself, but to his nature jealousy was a necessary adjunct of lovemaking; not to have displayed jealousy would have been to betray indifference, as he interpreted the tender passion.
Annie-Many-Ponies, woman-wily though she was by nature, had little learning in the devious ways of lovemaking.

Eyes might speak, smiles might half reveal, half hide her thoughts; but the tongue, as her tribe had taught her sternly, must speak the truth or keep silent.

Now she bent her head, puzzling how best to put her feelings toward Luck Lindsay into honest words which Ramon would understand.
"Yoh lov' him, perhaps--since yoh all time afraid he be mad." Ramon persisted, beating against the wall of her Indian taciturnity which always acted as a spur upon his impetuosity.

Besides, it was important to him that he should know just what was the tie between these two.

He had heard Luck Lindsay speak to the girl in the Sioux tongue.