"You hurt me, let me go!" "Will you do as I bid you ?" asked his tormentor.
"Yes," sobbed the child.

"I will obey.

My mother shall not know anything.

Let me go, you hurt!" The man loosened his grip slightly.
"To your father you shall say that I, the Koshare Naua,"-- the boy looked up at him at these words in astonishment,--"send word to him through you to come to my house on the night after the one that will follow this day, when the new moon sets behind the mountains.

Do you hear me, boy ?" Shyuote stared at the interlocutor with mouth wide open, and with an expression of fear and surprise that evidently amused the other.