head. "No, that is not the one I want. It is this one." She started to lean over the car, but the man stopped her.

"No, this is the only one I have to sell," he insisted. "See, it is beautiful! Seventy-five _centavos_ is very cheap. I do not make anything."

"Cheap!" Jo Ann flung back at him, her eyes blazing. In her anger, she had forgotten to be cautious. "I heard what you're paying for these _ollas_. You are a thief. Pay them more money, or I'll buy them all myself."

He scowled menacingly at her. "Ah, it was you who put evil things into that woman's head—demanding more money! They are lucky to get that much. Do not interfere with my business again. _Sabe?_"

Before she could reply, the other man stepped up, an angry glint snapping in his eyes along with that same half-puzzled expression, as if he were still undecided about her identity. The two men exchanged a few whispered sentences so rapidly that she could not make out a single word. Every now and then they glanced in her direction."They're furious at me," she thought. "I don't want them to stop coming
to the village. I'd better not say another word." She glanced over at
Florence, who was motioning to her to leave. "Florence has come to the
same conclusion. Time we're leaving this place."

She walked over to Florence, and after both had bade the woman and her
children "_Adios_," they started off down the road toward their car.

"Those men are watching us," Jo Ann remarked a few minutes later, after a
swift backward glance over her shoulder. "I don't want them to get so
angry that they'll stop coming to the village, do you?"

"No. That's why I told the woman I could buy only a part of their
pottery." A satisfied smile passed over Florence's face. "I hope that'll
force those men to pay more. They're very anxious to keep on buying here,
because this village makes unusually good pottery."

"Their designs are beautiful. I think they'll keep on coming here." Jo
Ann looked back over her shoulder again before adding, "They're still
watching us. Did you notice how that taller one kept staring at me?"

Florence nodded. "It made me wonder if he'd seen you when you so

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