It was disk-like, and on it there was some object of a red colour.

The eyes of Shotaye sparkled; she abandoned all thoughts of concealment or of flight, and fastened her gaze on the strange thing beneath the shrub.

It became clearer and clearer to her that it was a human form, and that on its back was a white shield decorated with red.

That shield she knew to be Cayamo's.
But what could Cayamo be doing here?
Or was it perhaps not he, but some Navajo who had vanquished the proud warrior and was carrying home his weapons in triumph?
The latter appeared rather improbable, and yet who could tell?
At all events the man was alive, for he had moved.

It was equally certain that he had not seen her.