He had seen her eyes lighten as she made swift answer.

He had seen her always eager to do Luck's bidding--had seen her anticipate his wants and minister to them as though it was her duty and her pleasure to do so.
It was vital that he should know, and it was certain that he could not question Luck upon the subject--for Ramon Chavez was no fool.
"Long time ago--when I was papoose with no shoes," she began with seeming irrelevance, her eyes turning instinctively toward the white tents of the Flying U camp gleaming in the distance, "my people go for work in Buffalo Bill show.

My father go, my mother go, I go.

All time we dance for show, make Indian fight with cowboys--all them act for Buffalo Bill-Pawnee Bill show.

That time Wagalexa Conka boss of Indians.