He is glad to stay among his people." "Still I don't trust him," Hayoue muttered.
"Neither would I, if I were in your place," Zashue taunted, and a good-natured though mischievous smile lit up his features.

"If I were you I would keep still better guard over Mitsha Koitza." "What have I to do with the child of Tyope," exclaimed the other, rather contemptuously.
"Indeed ?" queried Zashue, "so you, too, are against Tyope?
What has he done to you ?" "Nothing, but I mistrust him as much as I do the Navajo." These last words were uttered in such a positive manner--they were so earnestly emphasized--that they cut off the conversation.

It was plain that Hayoue had made up his mind on the subject, and that he did not wish to have it broached again.
"Sa nashtio," called Shyuote over to where the brothers were weeding in silence, "come over here; I must tell you something, but I must tell it to you alone." Hayoue at once turned away, while Zashue called the lad to him.

But Shyuote protested, saying that only his father was to hear his communication, and Zashue at last went where the boy was standing.

It vexed him, and he inquired rather gruffly what he had to say.