Shyuote made a very wise and important face, placed a finger to his lips, and whispered,-- "The Koshare Naua told me to tell you that you should go to see him, not to-morrow, but the day after, when the moon goes behind the mountains." "Is that all!" exclaimed Zashue, disappointed and angry,--"is that all you had to say?
That much you might have shouted to me.

There was no need of being so secret about it, and"-- he glanced at the insignificant and careless work the boy had performed--"is that all you have done since you came?
You are lazy, uak! Go home.

Go home at once to your mother and tell her that I shall not return for the evening, but will stay with Hayoue in the caves." And as Shyuote, dismayed and troubled, appeared loath to go, Zashue turned to him again, commanding in a very angry tone,-- "Go home! Go home at once!" [Illustration: (Upper picture) A Navajo Hogan] [Illustration: (Lower picture) The Heart of the Tyuonyi: The excavated lower story of the great terraced Communal House] Shyuote left in haste; he felt very much like crying.

Hayoue said to his brother,-- "Didn't I tell you that Shyuote was lazy?
Okoya is far, far more useful." "Let me alone about Okoya," growled Zashue; and both went on with the work as before.
Shyuote stumbled across the patches of corn, rather than walked through them.

He felt sad, dejected, and very wrathful.