By his side there stands another Navajo, dressed, painted, and armed like himself.
A short time after he had risen from his hiding-place and was stealing over toward the body of his victim, this other Navajo had appeared in sight.

He watched from the distance his companion's proceedings, and as he recognized that he was busying himself with some dead body, approached rapidly, though without the least noise.

He discovered the dead, stood still, fastened a piercing glance on the prostrate form, and heaved a great sigh of relief.

Notwithstanding the paint on his face it was easy to see how delighted he was at the sight.

He again advanced, not unlike a cat which is afraid to go too near another that is playing with a mouse, for fear of being scratched or bitten by her.