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One of them mechanically touched a small drum with a stick, while two or three of the others were humming a monotonous tune to the rhythm of his rappings. Shyuote stole away in evident discontent; his curiosity was satisfied, but at the expense of his expectations.
The man had also turned around, bent down, and gone on weeding the corn. Withal he did not lose sight of the boys; on the contrary, an occasional stealthy glance from his half-closed eyes shot over where they met. Shyuote rose from the ground. His eyes were dry, but he glanced at his brother with misgivings as well as with curiosity.
You are right, makatza; on the mesa we suffered much; there the Moshome did us a great deal of harm. If it had not been for you we should not be here." "For me?" Mitsha asked in surprise. "Yes, you. You saved me, saved the yaya, saved Shyuote from the fierce shuatyam! Yes, surely," he continued as the girl shook her head incredulously.
"Shyuote cries also," she said, "because his father sent him home from the fields." "Why did Zashue do that?" "This he dare not tell, for the Koshare Naua" her voice trembled at the mention of the name "forbade him to say anything about it." Her eyes clung to the features of her father. Topanashka turned away slowly and quietly, and she followed him to the door.
He threw himself down on the floor. Shyuote nestled by his side, proud of being under his father's immediate protection. Zashue said to him, "Have you eaten, sa uishe?" "Not yet." "Why don't you feed Shyuote?" Zashue asked his wife. "Surely Okoya had his stomach full long ago, whereas this poor little frog here "
He was followed by the child who staggered from drowsiness. The mother meanwhile had placed on the floor a pile of corn-cakes. Beside it, in an earthen bowl decorated inside and out with geometrical lines, steamed the stew. Dinner was ready; the table spread. To enjoy this meal both lads squatted, but Shyuote, still half asleep, lost his balance and tumbled over.
"And yet you must hear about it, for Mitsha is a daughter of the Koshare." "She is not Koshare herself, her mother only and Tyame hanutsh are entitled to speak." Zashue was becoming impatient. "Hachshtze," Say interfered, "I know that you are not fond of Okoya. Still he is good." "Far better than Shyuote," interjected the younger brother. She continued,
He nevertheless restrained both anger and curiosity for the present, not because of indifference but for policy's sake, and turned to go. Shyuote looked for a moment as if he wished to confess to his brother all that the latter inquired about, but soon pouted, shrugged his shoulders, and set out after Okoya in a lively fox-trot again.
All his plans for revenge, every thought of wrath and indignation, had vanished. Suddenly his left knee was struck by a stone hurled with such force that Shyuote bounded and screamed. At the same time six or seven boys, some apparently of his age while others were taller and older, rushed from the bushes skirting the ditch. Two of them ran directly in front of him.
At every attempt of Shyuote to rise or to roll over, she pushed his face back into the moist ground, she pulled his hair, thumped his shoulders, and boxed his ears. She was in earnest, and Shyuote was powerless in her firm grasp. He could not even scream, for a thick coating of soil had fastened itself to his features, had penetrated into eye, mouth, and nostrils.
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