"What will you give me for them?"
"Nothing," replied Zashue, with a laugh.
"Promise her the next owl that you may find," Hayoue taunted.
"Be still, you crow," scolded Shotaye, with well-feigned indignation; "you need owl's eyes that you may sneak about in the dark after the girls. There is not a single maiden safe when you are at the Tyuonyi."
"And no man is safe from you," retorted the young man.
"You are safe, at any rate."
"When you call me a turkey-buzzard you say the truth," he answered, "else I would not have come to you."
Shotaye understood the venomous allusion and was going to retort, but bethought herself in time and only said in a contemptuous tone,—
"Why should I quarrel with you, uak." Then turning to Zashue and changing the subject,—
"How many feathers do you want, and what will you give me for them?"