None, I think, except that they are able. A bowman of Tehachappi inquired of me how many fell at Castac, and I, thinking to glorify the tribe,—I told him.
Chief
What said he to that?
Tavwots
What I should have expected. He grinned upon me like a sick coyote and said, “They are poor allies, the dead.”
Indians
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
Chief
Here are the hunters. They will know if there is mischief stirring.
(Enter from the left, Choco, Pamaquash, and others, carrying game.)