Although the spasmodic hints of Say, her broken words, spoke enough, she wanted more.
Her mind craved the full truth, however terrible it might prove.
Say Koitza had slowly recovered from her stupor.

She became quieter and quieter.

In the arms of her resolute and sympathizing friend consciousness returned; she sobbed no more, and from time to time would raise her eyes with a look that besought pity, mercy, and assistance.
The medicine-woman eagerly watched these changes and repeated her previous query.
"How do you know that the Koshare are aware of it ?" "Sa nashtio told me," moaned the poor woman.
Shotaye sighed.

This was bad news indeed.

She muttered,-- "This is bad, very bad.