utcast always."

"Send some one and find the man," said Tahn-te. "When the sun of
to-morrow comes, all who listen here may be on the war trail. It is
not good to leave a coyote loose to do harm when no one watches."

In a little while the outcast was brought into the circle. He cringed
with fear, and his eyes were restless as those of a trapped wolf. The
governor questioned him as to his presence there, reminding him that
the council of Ni-am-be had granted him life only if he take that life
out of sight of his kind. Why then did he come to Povi-whah and stay
in the camp of the strangers?

His only reply was that he would go now, and he would go quickly.

"No--not quickly," said Tahn-te. "You will not go quickly any where
ever again. I am looking at you! I say so!"

The man stared at Tahn-te like a bird that was under a charm. All the
others saw the steady gaze of Tahn-te, and saw also that the outcast
began to tremble.

"Hold out your hand," said Tahn-te, and when it was done, Tahn-te took
from his medicine pouch some pieces of yellow gold. They were heavy,
he passed them around until all might see, then he put the gold in the
hand of the outcast.

"Your clan was a proud clan and good, and you made them ashamed," said
Tahn-te. "You had strong medicine and you used it for evil until your
name must not be spoken by your brothers. To these men of iron you
would trade that which is not yours: Without speech of council you
would do this--and to do it would be traitor! Because your heart
wishes to give the sun symbol to these strangers, I send you to them
with what your hand can hold. To the priest of the white god give it!
Tell him I, the Po-Ahtun-ho, send it, and no more than that will he
ever see here in Povi-whah. Tell him that the weight of it makes your
hand shake and your body shake. Tell him that the sickness is now in
your blood, and when the day comes again your tongue cannot make words
to tell him things. Tell him if his men put you in the saddle, or
carry you to the hidden place of the Sun Father, that the light of
your eyes will go out on the trail! I am looking at you!--and you, who
once had a name, and were a worker of magic, know that I look on you
with Power, and that it will be as I say."

He stooped and drew in the ashes of the place of fire, the figure of a
man with hand stretched out, then, with a breath, he sent the ashes in
a little cloud and each line was obliterated.

"To destroy you would