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LavcHING Boy 157 EEE I Tr Zo To SN SS SA A A | felt, as he sometimes did, a faint fear of that de- | -ached self-command. Slowly they were being forced to accept her as really belonging to the | People. It pleased his dramatic instinct, as well as the strong sense of privacy he had concerning | heir relationship, to play up, being very normal, | :nd letting no look or gesture suggest that they two came from a land of enchantment. I Knowing her well, he could see that she was at | nigh tension, and secretly watchful. He had no | 3lea that that strain, that painful vigilance, was

above all for himself.

i When he was alone with his father, he showed | zim the silver-mounted bridle and some of his zther jewelry. Two Bows turned over the har- ] zess, feeling the surface with his finger-tips. l ‘I have nothing more to teach you — that is | =:1l done.” He tapped the cheek-strap. ‘I should | aot have thought of using that design that way.’ From Two Bows, such praise made it hard to Lk=ep a quiet, modest face. . Jesting Squaw's Son came back in the late | a-ernoon. They drifted off together, with arms lez each other's shoulders, until they came to =<: under the scrub oaks behind the peach trees. LT=>y discussed this and that, vaguely, trailing off Lm silence, playing with twigs and pebbles, run- lm; their fingers through the sand, occupying