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"Because I ask it. I ask, and you shall answer me without inquiring why and wherefore. Do you hear, uak?" Shyuote hung his head; he felt afraid. "I forbid you to say anything about what I say to you to your mother," continued the other, grasping the left arm of the boy. Shyuote shook off the grip, and also shook his head in token of refusal.
She remains standing on the notched beam serving as a ladder, and calls out, "Shyuote!" No reply is made to the call. The din and noise of the dance drown her voice, and all are so occupied by the sights that none pay any attention to her.
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.
Shyuote cast his eyes to the ground, and remained silent. His brother repeated the query; the little fellow only shrugged his shoulders. With greater insistence the elder proceeded, "Shyuote Tihua, who told you that the Delight Makers are not precious to me, nor I to them?" Shyuote shook his head, pouted, and stared vacantly to one side. He manifestly refused to answer.
The contest was threatening to assume serious proportions, when another person appeared upon the scene, at the sight of whom even Shyuote temporarily stayed all demonstrations, while Okoya seemed both startled and embarrassed.
Shyuote stared at the interlocutor with mouth wide open, and with an expression of fear and surprise that evidently amused the other. He gave him a last look, a sharp, threatening, penetrating glance; then his features became less stern. "Have no fear," he said in a milder tone. "I will not do you any harm; but you must do as I say. Go to your nashtio now, and tell him what I said."
We are leaving the Tyuonyi; and behold, if we find our people there can be no lack of food wherever we dwell. I am Cuirana, you are Koshare. I pray and fast for the growing corn, you do the same for the ripening of the grain. It will be well." "If Shyuote is alive he will help me." Zashue uttered these words timidly. "Okoya will help me;" Hayoue spoke with great assurance.
Come, take your fish, and let us go home." With this Okoya leaped over the brook. Shyuote whispered audibly to him, "Yes; you are very fond of the Koshare." But the sarcastic remark was not heeded by the elder lad, who turned to go, Shyuote following him. Proudly the little boy tossed his fish from one hand to the other. Beyond the straight and lofty pine trunks a whitish glare soon appeared.
Shyuote did not dare to inquire of him further than to ask a very insignificant question, namely, who the man was that had called. Okoya answered readily, for this query was almost a relief, a diversion which enabled him to subdue his agitation. "Tyope Tihua," he said hastily, "wanted to know if I had seen any mountain sheep. I told him that I had only seen bear-tracks.
"Sa nashtio," called Shyuote over to where the brothers were weeding in silence, "come over here; I must tell you something, but I must tell it to you alone." Hayoue at once turned away, while Zashue called the lad to him. But Shyuote protested, saying that only his father was to hear his communication, and Zashue at last went where the boy was standing.
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