He was so delighted at this sudden discovery, as it might be called, that he attributed it to an inspiration from above, and stood for a moment in doubt whether he should not return to the stone-heap and offer another prayer of thanks to the mother above, for what he considered to have been a gift of her goodness to him.

But the house was too near, and he bethought himself of Shyuote and what the mischievous urchin might have done since he had left him.

He entered the front room of his mother's dwelling with a lighter and easier mind than the day before, and what he saw at once diverted his thoughts into another widely different channel.
Shyuote sat in a corner, and his eyes were red from crying.

Beside him stood Say, agitated and angry.

Without giving her elder son time to speak, she asked,-- "Who sent the boy to the fields ?" "I don't know," replied Okoya, in astonishment.