yn-deh;--so sullen and strong had grown his jealousy
that here in the hills--apart from the padre, he dared think what
could be made happen to the little cluster of white men if the Kah-po
men would join Povi-whah for battle,--and if--

Under the eyes of Padre Vicente no such thought would have dared come
to him,--but he had brief wild desires to win by some stroke, a power
such as Tahn-te held without question. Let the Castilian whisper
"sorcerer" ever so loudly, yet the old men of Te-hua would give no
heed without proofs--and who could make proofs against Tahn-te?

The words of the governor had cut deep--and Yahn who was of the
Tain-tsain clan, would rage if the clan gained not credit by the war
chief,--and Gonzalvo the man of iron,--would then take her to
himself--and--He walked apart in rage. From the ancient dwelling of
the Po-Ahtun he could hear the chanting of a war song. Tahn-te was
invoking the spirits of battle--Tahn-te it was who had seen the vision
of warriors and started scouts to the hills;--on every side was he
reminded that Tahn-te the priest--was looked upon as Tahn-te the
warrior heart!

The Castilians would go back to their own land with that word to their
people, and to their king;--and he, Ka-yemo,--would have no mention
unless it should be of the weeds pulled in the corn!

His heart was so sick and so angry that he could almost hear the
laughter if he returned without honors:--but one man should not
laugh!--He did not know how it would happen that he could have the
Capitan Gonzalvo killed--but that man should not laugh with Yahn
Tsyn-deh!

[Illustration: IN CASTILIAN WAR DRESS HE STOOD _Page 293_]

In his sick rage he had brooded and walked far. Along the summit of
the mesa among the ruins had he walked to the east. The weird dead
city of the Ancient Days was made more weird by the strange brooding
heat of the dusk. No cool air of the twilight followed the setting sun
this night. Sounds carried far. No fires were lit in the camp
below--yet movements of the animals told him where the Castilians
tethered their wonderful comrades of the trail.

At any other time he would not have walked alone on the heights where
mystery touched each broken wall, and wrapped the mesa as in a strange
medicine blanket. But in his impotent rage he felt spirit forces of
destruction working against him, and the dread of them dulled his
senses as to the place where he wandered.

And then his heart jumped with a ne