Those sitting along the wall bent forward curiously, until at last the bundle was turned over to them also.

So it went from hand to hand, each one passing it to the next with sighs and marks of thorough disgust.

The bundle was composed of owl's feathers tied to a flake of black obsidian.
"I found a second one," quietly said Tyope, pulling forth a similar bunch.

Now the council gave demonstrations not only of amazement but of violent indignation; the shamans and Topanashka alone remained calm.
Both bunches were given to the tapop, who placed them on the floor before him.
The Hishtanyi Chayan inquired further,-- "Where did you find the feathers?
Say it once more." "At the foot of the rocks, where we ascend to our estufa on cross-timbers." "Did you see who put them there ?" "No." "When do you think they were placed there ?" "While the Koshare were at work in the estufa." "Do you know more ?" "Nothing more." Tyope sat down, and the interrogatory was over.
It was as still as a grave in the dingy, ill-lighted chamber.

No one dared even to look up, for the matter was in the hands of the yaya, and they were still thinking over it.