"I don't know; the Naua has not said anything as yet, but the time is near at hand when we should begin to work. Before going into the round house in the rocks, we ought to be sure that there are no Navajos in the neighbourhood. You are Kauanyi, a member of the order of warriors," he added with a side-glance at his brother, "do you know anything of the sneaking wolves in the mountains?"
Hayoue denied any knowledge concerning the Navajos, adding,—
"I did not like it when that fellow Nacaytzusle ran away from us. He knew too much of our ways."
"He can do no harm. He is glad to stay among his people."
"Still I don't trust him," Hayoue muttered.
"Neither would I, if I were in your place," Zashue taunted, and a good-natured though mischievous smile lit up his features. "If I were you I would keep still better guard over Mitsha Koitza."
"What have I to do with the child of Tyope," exclaimed the other, rather contemptuously.
"Indeed?" queried Zashue, "so you, too, are against Tyope? What has he done to you?"
"Nothing, but I mistrust him as much as I do the Navajo."
These last words were uttered in such a positive manner—they were so earnestly emphasized—that they cut off the conversation. It was plain that Hayoue had made up his mind on the subject, and that he did not wish to have it broached again.