" Glass started for the living-
quarters, but at the door ducked quickly out of sight.
"She's there!" he whispered tragically. "She seen me, too!"
Mariedetta was squatting in the shade opposite, her eyes fixed
stolidly upon the training-quarters.
"Then you've got to lay low till she gives up," declared Wally.
"We're in trouble enough as it is."
For nearly an hour the partners discussed the situation while the
Mexican maid retained her position; then, when Glass was on the
verge of making a desperate sally, Cloudy entered silently.
Although this had been an unhappy morning for the trainer, here
at least was one person of whom he had no fear, and his natural
optimism being again to the fore, he greeted the Indian lightly.
"Well, how's the weather, Cloudy?"
"Mr. Cloudy to you," said the other. Both Glass and his protege
stared. It was the first word the Indian had uttered since their
arrival. Lawrence winked at his companion.
"All right, if you like it better. How's the weather, Mister
Cloudy?" He snickered at his own joke, whereupon the aborigine
turned upon him slowly, and said, in perfect English:
"Your humor is misplaced with me.
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