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Hayoue and his sister-in-law looked at each other in mute admiration at this speech, which to them appeared so wise, so thoroughly appropriate. Topanashka went on, "You have told me that Mitsha is the child of Tyope. That, it is true, is not good. But if Okoya is strong and if Mitsha is true to him what can Tyope do?
The mischievous men looked at each other in astonishment; they had not expected that. They waited and waited. Nothing stirred in the inner room; it grew late and later. Hayoue had intended to make other calls, and Zashue also became impatient to go. So he called into the dark passage, "Shotaye." No reply. "Shotaye." All was as silent as the grave.
Still we miss among that little band of Queres fugitives those with whom we have become more closely acquainted. In vain we look for Say Koitza, for Mitsha, for Okoya. Can it be true, as Hayoue surmised, that his bosom friend, Zashue's eldest son, is dead? The throwing about of fruit has ceased; the dance is resumed, and new figures may appear.
And as Shyuote, dismayed and troubled, appeared loath to go, Zashue turned to him again, commanding in a very angry tone, "Go home! Go home at once!" Shyuote left in haste; he felt very much like crying. Hayoue said to his brother, "Didn't I tell you that Shyuote was lazy? Okoya is far, far more useful." "Let me alone about Okoya," growled Zashue; and both went on with the work as before.
His nephew was not in the big house, and Hayoue went out to the corn-patches. The Indian goes to his field frequently, not in order to work, but simply to lounge, to seek company, or to watch the growing crops.
He had not met Hayoue since the death of his grandfather, for the brother of Zashue had avoided the great house and its inmates on purpose. He mourned earnestly and sincerely, and wished to be alone with his thoughts. But Okoya was not disposed to let him alone.
Again there was a mutter from the west, a hollow, solemn warning; and the cliffs responded with a plaintive moan. Even incredulous Hayoue started, and Okoya sighed. "I will tell you why I ask all this," said he, and he went on to explain.
He motioned Hayoue to come, and this time Hayoue was eager to meet Okoya. The uncle wore a gloomy face, and the nephew noticed it at once. But he thought that if his friend intended to confide in him he would do so spontaneously. He had not long to wait. Hayoue sat down alongside of him and began, "Do you know where sa umo is, the maseua?" "He is at home, I think.
"It strikes me," Zashue still objected, "that if the koitza and the little ones were on this side of the river we must have seen their tracks." "But it rains, brother," Hayoue replied, looking up at the sky. "The Shiuana send us rain every night and often during the day, and it washes away the footprints. Besides, we have merely followed the river thus far, and our people may have turned inland.
He was indeed very young for a war magician, and he felt not a little pride on account of it. Assuming a self-satisfied and important air, he turned to his nephew with the query, "When you go out hunting, what is the first thing you do?" "I take my bow and arrow and leave the house," readily answered the boy. "This is not what I ask for," growled Hayoue.
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