Here she began her descent, and as the sun disappeared behind threatening clouds over the western mountains, she entered her home again.

Shotaye had spent nearly the whole day on the mesa, had spent it profitably, and was--so she fancied--in complete security as regarded her ultimate designs.
And yet had the woman, after taking leave of the strange Indian and after the latter had gone out of sight, peered into the shadow of the pines on one of which the panther had so nimbly captured the unsuspecting turkey, she might have noticed something that would have greatly modified her ideas on this point.

For behind one of them there stood, all the while she and the Tehua were carrying on their pantomime, a human figure intently watching them.

Pressed against the trunk of a tree there was, motionless, quiet, calm, not a common spy, but a cool observer of her doings, whose presence was accidental, but who not only watched but at the same time judged and passed sentence on her actions.
A short time after Shotaye had set out on her walk, Topanashka Tihua also started in the same direction.

With all the self-control he had maintained, inward agitation and sorrow nearly overcame him.