"Should he not have said to his father, 'sa nashtio, do you speak to the yaya for me'?"
The reply was very positive,—
"No."
"Why not, sa umo?" Hayoue interjected.
"I will explain this to you later on," Topanashka answered. Turning to his daughter again he inquired,—
"Who is the makatza, and to which hanutsh does she belong?"
"She belongs to your people."
"To Tyame? Who is her mother, and what is the name of the girl?"
"She is called Mitsha Koitza; Tyope Tihua is her father, and her mother you know too. Is all that good also?"
The maseua pressed his lips together firmly, energetically, lowered his eyelids, and gazed before him in silence. 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,—