With greater insistence the elder proceeded,-- "Shyuote Tihua, who told you that the Delight Makers are not precious to me, nor I to them ?" Shyuote shook his head, pouted, and stared vacantly to one side.

He manifestly refused to answer.
Cold perspiration stood on the brow of the elder brother; his body quivered in anguish; he realized the truth of his suspicions.

Unable any longer to control himself he cried,-- "It is my mother who told them!" Trembling, with clenched hands and gnashing teeth, he gazed at the child unconsciously.

Shyuote, frightened at his wild and menacing attitude, and ignorant of the real cause of his brother's excitement, raised his hand to his forehead and began to sob.
A shout coming from the immediate vicinity aroused and startled Okoya.

A voice called out to him,-- "Umo!" He looked around in surprise.