Necklace, fetich, and the plume that adorned his sidelock, he put in the quiver.

He was now so far transformed that any one, Nacaytzusle excepted, might have taken him in the night for a Navajo warrior.

This metamorphosis was performed rapidly, but without anxious haste or confusion.

The howls had meanwhile been repeated.

They sounded nearer than before from the east, the south, and the southeast.