IV + 

He spoke about it to her after supper. “There is to be a Night Chant over at Chilbito, by Tseye Buckho. There may be racing.” + 

“How long will the song last?” There was no reason in the world why they should not go. She was searching in her mind, and found only that she dreaded it. + 

“Only five nights. It is for Twice Brave; he is not very rich, they say.” + 

“We do not want to go, I think. Let us wait for a complete one.” + 

She understood herself as she spoke; she was jealous of his people, of something they had in common which she could not share. + 

He looked at her inquiringly, catching a tone of earnestness in her voice. She had no reasons, yet very much did not want to go. He saw that it mattered to her. + 

“Perhaps you are right. We shall wait.” + 

“I think that is better.” + 

Both understood. + 

It was puzzling, though. He wondered about it as they sat there. He wanted to understand her. He told himself: “If she wants me to know, she will tell me. I do not think she knows herself. I have made up my mind, there is no use hesitating on the trail. I make her my life, let her be my life. I do not know why she does this thing, but I know what I think of her. If I knew just what was in her mind, it would be worth thinking about, it would tell me something about her. Now there is so much of her I do not understand. I know what I want, that is enough.” + 

He watched her in the firelight, her slender lines, her oval face of sleeping fires. The trail of beauty lay within this house; not all the songs and horses in the world were worth this minute. + 