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LavGcHING Boy 29 campness. He dabbled his hands, wet his face, drank a little. He rolled a cigarette with crumpled cigar tobacco. This was good, this was beautiful. Away above, the intolerant sky gleamed, and a corner of cloud was white fire. His eyes shifting Zzhtly, the edge of the rocks above took on a glowing halo. He amused himself trying to fit it tack again, to get the spot the cloud made back azainst the cloud, playing tricks with his half- closed eyelashes that made things seem vague. ‘Ahalani!’ The two-toned greeting came from a voice like water. He returned to himself with a start. Slim Girl stood poised on the edge of the bowl, above his shoulder, water-basket in hand. ‘Ahalani, shicho.’ Dignified, casual. ‘Move over, wrestler, I want to come down.’ He observed her small feet in their red, silver- buttoned buckskin, sure and light on the rocks as a goat's. She seemed to be hours descending. She was business-like about filling the basket, but she turned utilitarian motions into part of a dance. Now she knelt, not two feet from him, taking tim in with the long, mischievous eyes that talked znd laughed. She is a butterfly, he thought, or a humming- tird. Why does she not go away? I will not go — run away from her. He thought, as he tried to Lg Re rae mim eb seo ei iL imi Sra ie 3 LE EE Ee