Let none of the Moshome go across this line," he drew a line in the sand with the arrow-point, "give me protection from them! Mokatsh, Tyame, Shiuana, shield my heart from the enemy." While pronouncing the latter words he drew three more lines, breathed on the fetich, placed it in the satchel again, and rose.

He felt strengthened, for he had performed his duty toward the Shiuana, had satisfied Those Above.
"Kuawk, kuawk, kuawk!" The crow soared back over his head.

The ugly, ill-voiced bird! Topanashka's eyelids twitched angrily; he was amazed.
He resumed his walk, or rather his cautious, gliding gait, his head bent forward, all his faculties strained to see, to hear, and to detect.
Frequently he would stop, hide himself, and listen.

All was quiet around him, for even the crows kept silent or were heard in the distance only.
The glare of the sunlight was less vivid, the afternoon was on the wane.
The late hour was not alone the cause of the diminution of light; the sun was shrouded by heavy masses of clouds.

With the waning daylight it grew cooler, a faint breeze being wafted over from the Rio Grande.
The old man rightly supposed that he was approaching the trail again and would soon strike it.