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The Tehuas had despatched him to the Tanos, in order to inform the latter of their signal triumph, and to put them on their guard against the Queres. It was a lucky hour for Hayoue and Zashue, especially for the former, when the old man reached the Tanos. The two adventurers were thunderstruck. Speechless, with heads bowed, they sat in utter amazement at what they were being told.
With these words she fixed her gaze on the youth searchingly and inquiringly. As her face was in the shadow Hayoue could not well notice its expression. But he said again, and very emphatically, "I tell you once more, koitza, that I will not have anything to do with the girl; she is all right, but " he stopped and shrugged his shoulders. Zashue interjected, "Why not?
Look at the little one, on the other hand. He will be a man." While his brother spoke Hayoue had quietly observed Shyuote; and the slow, loitering way in which the boy performed his work had not escaped his observation. He said, "It may be. To-day he certainly acts rather like an old woman. See how loath he is to weed the plants." "You always prefer Okoya," replied Zashue.
What has he done to you?" "Nothing, but I mistrust him as much as I do the Navajo." These last words were uttered in such a positive manner they were so earnestly emphasized that they cut off the conversation. It was plain that Hayoue had made up his mind on the subject, and that he did not wish to have it broached again.
"You like him because he never opens his mouth unless an arrow is forced between his teeth." "And you prefer Shyuote because you are making a Koshare of him," Hayoue answered, with great composure. "He surely will become a good one, a better one than I am." "If he becomes as good a Delight Maker as you are, Zashue, we may be satisfied.
The others exchanged a rapid glance, and then both looked at the ground, remaining thus in expectation of the old man's reply. He kept silent for a long while. At last he inquired of the woman, "Do you know the child?" "I have seen her, but have never spoken to her." "Do you know her?" He turned to Hayoue. "Why not?" replied Hayoue, with a smile. "I know everybody who wears a petticoat."
Hayoue was not a member of his clan, consequently not exposed to any influence which his mother, through her father, Topanashka, might attempt to exert. Hayoue, he knew, disliked the Koshare as much as he disliked them himself, and Hayoue was thoroughly trustworthy and discreet, though very outspoken if necessary, and fearless.
If he thinks that his father's brother is nearer to him than his father himself, let him believe it forever. Now let me alone; and as to his makatza, do as you please. I will return to my brethren!" He rose angrily and went out. Hayoue shook his head and looked sad; Say drew a suppressed sigh and stared before her in silence.
"Not as we do," replied Okoya; "yet he is sad." "It is well. He is right to feel sad. Sad for himself, for you, for all of us." "Sa umo was so good," whispered the boy, and tears came to him again; but he controlled his feelings and swallowed his sobs. He did not wish the other to see him weep. "Indeed sa umo maseua was good," Hayoue emphasized, "better than any of us, truer than any of us!
He performed the sacrifice in silence, and then assumed the position of an earnest and attentive listener. "Do you like the Koshare?" began Okoya, in a whisper. "No. But why do you ask this?" "Because I don't like them either." "Is that all you had to tell me? I could have told you that in their own presence." Hayoue seemed to be disappointed and vexed.
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