Suddenly it blazed up again as if some breath had fanned it.
With renewed insistence, it struck Okoya that even if Shyuote had merely overheard a conversation and the child's knowledge was derived from that source, the most extraordinary part of the information could only have come from one source,--the person in whom he had confided, his mother! She alone could have told the Koshare that Okoya hated them.

The spark flared up anew; it burst out in a wild flame of suspicion.

It singed the heart and smothered feeling as well as reason.

It so completely absorbed his thoughts, that Okoya forgot everything else.

Instead of walking along at a quiet easy gait, he rushed fast and faster, wrapped in dismal despair and in wild impotent wrath.