The housewife, who until then had rather frowned at the visitor, now smiled and nodded too, repeating the words,-- "Not Queres; Tehua woman, wife of Cayamo." All laughed, and the governor exclaimed,-- "It is well." The case was clear to all.

Cayamo, on his expedition to secure scalps, had picked up a sweetheart.

Food was placed before Shotaye, and the woman caressed her, inviting her to eat.
In the mean time, one of the boys had left the room.

Shotaye was still eating when he returned in company with an elderly man of low stature, whose greeting was answered with the usual reply.
This man cowered down among the rest, and listened with the closest attention to a long speech of the governor.

At the close of it he sat for a while scrutinizing the woman's appearance, but when she looked up at him he addressed her in her own dialect, and with the words,-- "Where do you come from ?" A heavy load fell from Shotaye's heart.