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"You pretend to despise us now, yet enough has remained within your heart, from the time when you lived at the Tyuonyi and slept in the estufa of Shyuamo hanutsh, to make my daughter appear in your eyes better, more handsome, and more useful, than the girls of the Dinne!" The features of the Dinne did not move; he kept silent.
"Yes, you and your brother Shtiranyi have told me so." He curled his lip at the reference to his brother's knowledge, and said sneeringly, "Shtiranyi is young; he does not know much." "Still he told me a great deal about the wars you had with the Moshome Dinne." "Did he ever tell you of the hard times the people of Cochiti suffered three generations ago?" "Never." "He knows nothing of them.
And as pressing, rubbing, or striking the Eye, makes us fancy a light; and pressing the Eare, produceth a dinne; so do the bodies also we see, or hear, produce the same by their strong, though unobserved action, For if those Colours, and Sounds, were in the Bodies, or Objects that cause them, they could not bee severed from them, as by glasses, and in Ecchoes by reflection, wee see they are; where we know the thing we see, is in one place; the apparence, in another.
If I were to do that, you would rob me of my handsome maiden and that would be the last of it. No, Dinne, I do not need you to such an extent, I am not obliged to have you. But if you go to the Tyuonyi and accuse the witch, then you shall go out free, and Mitsha must follow you to the hogans of your people, whether she will or not. Do what I tell you, and I will do as I promise.
The wolf bent its head in reply without uttering a sound. "Where are the Dinne?" Tyope continued. A hollow chuckle seemed to proceed from the skull of the animal; it turned and disappeared in the darkness, but a rustling of boughs and creaking of branches made known the direction. Tyope followed. The wolf moved swiftly.
Intimately acquainted with the character of the Dinne Indians, and that of Nacaytzusle in particular, Tyope had gone on this errand well armed. Open hostility had resulted from the interview; it was useless to make any attempt at conciliation. Speedy return to the Rito was the only thing left. This return might become not only difficult, but dangerous, with the young Navajo concealed on the mesa.
"I and my brother are alone," Zashue asserted. "Why did your koitza and makatza leave you?" "The Moshome drove them off." "The Moshome?" The inquisitor criticised his words. Hayoue had recovered from his surprise. He interjected in a loud, blunt voice, "While the men went out to strike the Tehuas, the Moshome Dinne came upon us.
Toward morning she felt tired, and the scalp spoke, 'Lie down to rest, it is far yet to your people. She slept, but soon woke again feeling fresh and bright. Then the ahtzeta said to her, 'Let us go now, for soon the Dinne will be where you took me and where I became yours. On she ran, eating piñons as she went.
All this happened so quickly, brother, that I was not half way down when it was over, and a few of the Dinne rushed up to kill me. They were going to the caves to slaughter the people. I ran back and hid myself, and as they came up I shot at one of them so that he died. The Cuirana Naua killed another; the others ran away. We took their ahtzeta and kept guard over the caves, but for what?
A terrible pang flashed through Tyope's heart, for he had experienced how little the Shiuana liked him. Kauaitshe continued in a low voice, artless, but the more impressive for its natural sadness, "While you went to strike the Tehuas with our men, the Moshome Dinne came upon us." A shriek of dismay, of terror, issued from every one present, Tyope excepted.
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