In order to clear up all doubt Shotaye looked around for shelter, and saw near by a bush that afforded a scanty hiding-place.

She glided to it noiselessly; and changing her position, got nearer to him, and was even able to see more of his body and dress.

The first glance satisfied her that he was not a Navajo, but a village Indian, and indeed her friend Cayamo.
Every trace of fear disappeared.

Shotaye left the shelter of the bush and stepped up toward him rather noisily, at the same time calling his name.

He did not reply; and as she came nearer, the regular breathing and the heaving of his chest showed the cause of his silence; the great warrior from the Puye was fast asleep! Under different circumstances she would have left him and quietly retired, but now she could not; the opportunity was too favourable, matters too threatening for her.