Now I say to you that I have promised you this child of mine, and I have promised your people all the green stones of my tribe.
The first promise I shall fulfil if you wish.

The other, you may tell your tribe, I will not hold to longer." The Navajo looked at him in a strange, doubtful way and replied,-- "You have asked me to be around the Tyuonyi day after day, night after night, to watch every tree, every shrub, merely in order to find out what your former wife, Shotaye, was doing, and to kill her if I could.
You have demanded," he continued, raising his voice, while he bent forward and darted at the Indian from the Rito a look of suppressed rage, "that the Dinne should come down upon the Tyuonyi at the time when the Koshare should fast and pray, and should kill Topanashka, the great warrior, so that you might become maseua in his place! Now I tell you that I shall not do either!" The eyes of the young savage flamed like living coals.
"Then you shall not have my child!" exclaimed Tyope.
"I will get her.

You may help me or not!" "I dare you to do it," Tyope hissed.
Nacaytzusle looked straight at him.
"Do you believe," he hissed in turn, "that if I were to go down to the brook and tell the tapop what you have urged me and my people to do against your kin that he would not reward me ?" Tyope Tihua became very quiet; his features lost the threatening tension which they had displayed, his eyes opened, and he said in a softer tone,-- "That is just what I want you to do.

But I want this from you alone.

Go and see the tapop.