Heedless of his little companion he ran, panting with agitation, until Shyuote, unable to keep pace and startled at his wild gait, pulled his garment and begged him to stop.
"Brother," he cried, "why do you go so fast?
I cannot follow you!" Okoya came to a sudden halt, and turned toward the boy like one aroused from a sinister dream.

Shyuote stared at him with surprise akin to fright.

How changed was his appearance! Never before had he seen him with a countenance so haggard, with eyes hollow and yet burning with a lurid glow.

Loose hair hung down over forehead and cheeks, perspiration stood on the brow in big drops.

The child involuntarily shrunk back, and Okoya, noticing it, gasped,-- "You are right, the day is long yet and the houses near.