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"Late enough; I had to wait a long time before he came, and so sleepy was he, as tired and sleepy as a bear in spring." "Do you know where he spent the night?" The tone of the conversation sounded easy and pleasant. "I don't know the name of the makatza," here Okoya laughed again and his mother caught the contagion, "but she must belong to Oshatsh.
"It does not matter; for to that wild wolf he would rather give Mitsha than let her be your wife. There is no danger of my obtaining her," he added, with a grim smile, "for he hates me like a water-mole. True it is that I, too, detest him as I do a spider." Okoya felt bewildered. "Why should he give Mitsha to a Moshome?" he timidly inquired. "What would he gain by it?"
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.
He resolved to tell his friend all, including the scene of the morning and the conclusions he had drawn from it. "Hayoue," said he, "you are good and wise, much wiser than I; still, listen to me once more." Louder and nearer sounded the thunder. Hayoue bent over toward Okoya, a close, attentive, sympathizing listener.
"She certainly will not bite you," the mother answered, causing the maiden to turn her face away. "Does she bite others?" Okoya asked. Again Hannay laughed aloud, and from the corner whither Mitsha had retreated there sounded something like a suppressed laugh also. It amused her to think that she might bite people. Her mother, however, explained,
"The new house," whispered Okoya, "which the Corn clan have built here is empty, yet there is somebody in its estufa. What may this mean?" "Let us look into it," eagerly suggested Shyuote. "Go you alone!" directed the elder brother. "I will walk on, and you can overtake me by-and-by." That suited Shyuote. He crept stealthily toward the round building.
"Remember that it is but a short time that the Koshare have known about the feathers." "And remember, you, that Okoya is of your own blood!" "He is young, and the makatza has great power over him, for he likes her.
"It may be," he said, "that we shall have to leave in two days against the Tehuas, and I shall remain so that I may be ready when the tapop calls upon us. You rely upon it, satyumishe, we shall go soon, and when it so happens that we both must go you shall come with me that I may teach you how the scalp is taken." Thus dismissed, Okoya sauntered back down the valley.
Bowing his head again he went on at a slower gait. Shyuote followed in silence. Although surprised at the change in his brother's looks, he did not for a moment entertain the thought or desire of inquiring into the cause of it. He was fully satisfied that as long as Okoya did not see fit to speak of the matter, he had no right to ask about it: in short, that it was none of his business.
Whatever Shyuote knew, he could only have gathered by overhearing a conversation of the Koshare among themselves, in which it was mentioned that he, Okoya, harboured ill-feelings toward that brotherhood. In that case he might be exposed to serious danger, since, as he believed, those people were in possession of knowledge of a higher order, and practised arts of an occult nature.
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