Yes,"-- his voice became louder,--"I have heard enough.
Enough!" he screamed.

"You want to take from us what is ours! You want to rob us, to steal from my people in order that your people may prosper and we may suffer! That is what you want," and he shook his clenched fist in the face of the tapop.

The latter started up like an irate turkey, and screamed,-- "You lie! what we want from you is right! You are only a few people, and you are lazy; whereas we are many and thrifty; you are a liar!" "Hush! hush!" sounded the voice of the principal shaman, between the shouts and screams of the disputing parties.
"No! no!" shrieked Kauaitshe, "I will not hush.

I will speak! I will tell these friends--" "Water-mole!" yelled the tapop in response; and both the Koshare Naua and Tyope cried at once,-- "We are Shyuamo, not shuatyam." Their voices sounded like the threatening snarls of wild beasts.
"Hush! hush!" the Hishtanyi Chayan now sternly commanded.

Rising, he grasped the little governor by the shoulder, pulled him back to his place on the floor, and warningly raised his hand toward Kauaitshe, whose mouth one of his colleagues had already closed by force.
"If you hope for light from Those Above," the medicine-man warned the delegate from Tzitz, "you must not name in their presence the powers of darkness." To the tapop he said,-- "Do your duty, but do it as it ought to be done!" Kauaitshe reeled back to his place, where he sat down in sullen silence.
It happened to him as it always does to any one who loses his temper at the wrong time and in the wrong place; after the flurry is over, they find that they have wasted all their energies, and remain henceforth incapable of any effort.