"Where?"
"On the kauash, on the trail that leads to the north."
"Who killed sa nashtio?" the chayan further inquired. He alone carried on the investigation; Hoshkanyi Tihua had mingled with the rest again, and stood there silent and speechless over the terrible news. Neither did any of the others utter a single word, but from time to time one or the other shook his head and sighed deeply.
"We don't know," replied the Indian, "for we did not find anything else."
"Have you looked for more?" emphasized the medicine-man.
The other hung his head as if he felt the reproach. "No," he said in a low tone.
"Why not?"
"Because we were afraid that other Tehuas might be around."
"How do you know that the people from the north have killed our nashtio?"
"Because the Moshome Dinne never wear such." He pointed to the sandal, which he had handed to the tapop.