A bow and some arrows were lying on the wolf's skin beside him.[6] Without a word Tyope squatted down near the fire, facing the other Indian.

It had turned cold, and both men held their hands up to the flame.

The former glanced at the latter furtively from time to time, but neither uttered a word.

The fire was beginning to decline; its light grew faint.

At last the other Indian said,-- "When will the Koshare go into the round house ?" "As soon as the moon gives light," Tyope carelessly replied.
"How many are there of you ?" "Why do you want to know this ?" inquired the man from the Rito, in a husky voice.
His companion chuckled again and said nothing.