But the man did not move; he only let go her arms.

So she rose.

Thereupon he touched her right arm with his left hand, pointed at himself with the right, and uttered in a strange dialect, "Tehua." Afterward he pointed at her, adding, "tema quio," and accompanied these words by most significant gestures.
Shotaye did not understand the language, but the signs were clear to her.
"Koitza," she replied, imitating his motions; "Tehua hachshtze;" and with a wink, "amoshko." The Indian shook his head; he dropped the arm of the woman, made with both hands the motion of stringing a bow, and exclaimed,-- "Uan save." Grasping the war-club that hung from his wrist he struck two or three blows with it at random, repeated the words "uan save," and looked askance.
This was beyond Shotaye's powers of comprehension.

She again pointed at herself, saying,-- "Tyuonyi koitza," then in the direction of the Rito, made the gesture-sign for killing, and looked at the stranger inquiringly and with an anxious face.
Now the Indian understood her.

His eyes sparkled; he shook his head emphatically, uttering,-- "Nyo nyo tema, uan save, uan save;" at the same time he pointed to the west and brandished his war-club.
It became clear to the woman that the warrior was on an expedition against the Navajos, and not after the scalps of her own people; but it was equally plain to her that, being on the war-path, any kind of enjoyment was prohibited to him.