Lastly he grinned and whispered, "cuinda ?" There was no possibility of misunderstanding the smile and the motions, although the words, of course, were beyond Shotaye's comprehension.

In return she pointed to the west again, made the conventional sign for night and sleep, and began to count her fingers.

As she bent the eighth digit the Tehua stopped her, held up every finger of the right hand and three of the left, described, as if in confirmation eight times, an arch from east to west, and concluded by pointing to the north, exclaiming very emphatically,-- "Puye!" He looked at her and laughed aloud, as the Indian does when he feels delighted, pressed both hands against his chest, and uttered proudly,-- "Cayamo." "Shotaye," she eagerly replied.
The black-painted hero burst out in immoderate laughter.
"Shotaye, Shotaye," he repeated, caught hold of one of her hands, caressed his chest with it, and danced about merrily, exclaiming,-- "Cuindae, Cayamo, cuindae, Shotaye, cuinda!" He counted the number eight several times, and then suddenly bent down.

One of his sandals had become loose.
These sandals consisted, as mentioned before, of wooden hoops covered by strips of rabbit-skin and tied to the naked foot with bands of the same material.

The wearer stood on them as on wheels lying flat on the ground; he was able to walk and even to run at a moderate speed, and the prints which he made, being circular, gave a pursuing enemy no clew to the direction of his going or coming.
While the man was stooping and fastening the leather thongs, Shotaye scanned his appearance thoroughly.