We will go slower." Bowing his head again he went on at a slower gait.
Shyuote followed in silence.

Although surprised at the change in his brother's looks, he did not for a moment entertain the thought or desire of inquiring into the cause of it.

He was fully satisfied that as long as Okoya did not see fit to speak of the matter, he had no right to ask about it: in short, that it was none of his business.
Meanwhile dark and dismal thoughts were chasing each other within the elder brother's soul.

Doubt and suspicion became more and more crushing.
He was tempted to break the spell and interrogate Shyuote once more, even to wrench from him, if needs be, a full explanation.

The boy was old enough to enjoy that great and often disagreeable quality of the American Indian, reticence.