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Updated: June 9, 2025
Shortly after the safe arrival of the train at the base of the Moqui bluff, and while the repulsed and retreating warriors of Delgadito were still in sight two strange Indians cantered up to the park of wagons.
"Anyhow," the other continued, "it pleases me to believe so; and that the Moqui is even now hurrying to make connections with the hermit in this mysterious Echo Cave. There's still another reason, though, why I picked out this course up the river, instead of going down. It is connected with the fact that the Moquis have their homes in this quarter."
"If we go back to-morrow," she began again, "do you think we shall overtake them?" "I think it very probable," lied Coronado. "And if we don't overtake them, will they join us at the Moqui pueblos?" "Yes, yes. I have little doubt of it." "When do you think we ought to start?" "To-morrow morning." "Won't that be too early?" "Day after to-morrow then." "Won't that be too late?"
"This is to certify to the good character of the bearer, a Moqui Indian by the name of Havasupai, who has rendered me a very great service, which proves him to be the friend of the white man, and a believer in the pursuit of science. I cheerfully recommend him to all who may be in need of a trustworthy and capable guide to the Grand Canyon.
From her dormitory she saw him walk into the main room of the house in his airiest and cheeriest manner, bowing and smiling to right, bowing and smiling to left, winning Moqui hearts in a moment, a charmer of a Coronado. He shook hands with the chief; he shook hands with all the head men; next a hand to Thurstane and another to Glover. Mrs.
Here the whole population of Tegua had collected; and for the first time the visitors saw Moqui women and children.
In this state of abnormal exaltation she continued until the party reached the quiet and safety of the Moqui pueblos. Then there was a change; exhausted nature required either apathy or death; and for two days she lay in a sort of stupor, sleeping a great deal, and crying often when awake.
Clara gave one glance at the huge white arm with the small crimson hole in it, and turned away with a thrill which was new to her. The Moqui woman washed the wound, applied a dressing which looked like chewed leaves, and put on a light bandage. "Does it feel any better?" asked Aunt Maria eagerly. "It feels cooler," said Thurstane.
It was a question whether Cornelia who came as herself, was lovelier than Charmian, who was easily recognizable as Cleopatra, with ophidian accessories in her dress that suggested at once the serpent of old Nile, and a Moqui snake-dancer.
"Ah! do you then consent to open your mouth, and tell what I want to know?" demanded his tormentor. "Is there no other way out?" asked the prisoner of the cave, hopelessly. "None," replied Eugene, harshly. "My men are watching for the Moqui to show up every second, and with orders to shoot him on sight. So don't indulge in any hope that he can save you.
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