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The other responded hastily, "And I tell you, Zashue Tihua, that I saw your wife sitting by the hearth with Shotaye," his voice trembled at the mention of her name, "and I heard when that mean, low aniehna" his eyes flashed, giving a terrible expression to his already monstrously disfigured countenance "spoke to the yellow corn!" "Did you understand what she said?" Zashue interjected.
Her eyes remained fastened on his features; she was manifestly more and more pleased with his appearance. But at the same time she occasionally glanced toward her daughter Mitsha, and it struck her forcibly that Mitsha, too, was handsome. "I know who you are," she said smilingly. "You are Okoya Tihua, your little brother is called Shyuote, and Say Koitza is your mother's name.
The woman's hand quivered in that of her spouse. He turned and retired with her to the interior of the dwelling. We must now return to the fields of the Rito, and to the spot where, in the first chapter of our story, Okoya had been hailed by a man whom he afterward designated as Tyope Tihua. That individual was, as we have since found, the former husband of Shotaye, Say's ill-chosen friend.
"Where is the tapop?" Hoshkanyi Tihua stepped forward and inquired, "What has happened? What do you want?" "Our father the maseua," gasped the man, "is dead! He was killed on the Ziro kauash!" "Who killed him?" demanded the principal chayan, placing himself in front of the speaker. The Indian raised his arm on high; from it depended a circular object.
The lips were thin and the mouth firmly set, the nose small and aquiline. The eyes had usually a pleasant expression, but when the little man got excited they sparkled in a manner that denoted not merely an irascible temper, but a disposition to become extremely venomous in speech and utterance. Hoshkanyi Tihua was nimble, and a good hunter. He seldom returned from a hunt without a supply of game.
At last the shaman, encouraged by the many blue and green stones, cotton wraps, and quantities of corn meal which Zashue Tihua contributed in reward of his juggleries, resolved to make a final trial by submitting himself and his associates to the dangerous ordeal of fire-eating for the invalid's sake.
Many journeys distant, Pueblo Indians lived also, and thither the Queres went at long intervals to trade and to hunt the buffalo on the southwestern plains. Topanashka also was pleased with the suitor. In due course of time Zashue Tihua and Say Koitza, therefore, became man and wife. Zashue proved to be a good husband, according to Indian ideas.
He bent his head again in token that he had said as much as he cared to say for the present. Hoshkanyi Tihua then interrogated the Shkuy Chayan, who very pointedly answered, "It is good." His colleague, the Shikama Chayan, remained non-committal, saying, "It may be good, it may not be good; I do not know.
The two men from Shyuamo affected to pay no further attention to what was going on. Topanashka Tihua remained sitting. He directed his sharp, keen glance to the Hishtanyi Chayan, as if to him alone he condescended to speak. Then he said, "I believe as you do, nashtio yaya, but I also believe as you, Tyope, have spoken."
They did not need to do penance, for their sinister plans were advancing satisfactorily. And a third at the Rito, although unknown to them, also began to see the truth gradually with a distinctness that was fearful, that was crushing to him. That man was the head war-chief, Topanashka Tihua. A series of logical deductions brought him to ravel step by step the game that was being played.
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