The old Navajo answered in speech which, when translated, was as stately as the Mormon’s.

“Eschtah respects his friend, but he has not thought him wise.  The White Prophet sees visions of things to come, but his blood is cold.  He asks too much of the white man’s God.  He is a chief; he has an eye like the lightning, an arm strong as the pine, yet he has not struck.  Eschtah grieves.  He does not wish to shed blood for pleasure.  But Eschtah’s friend has let too many selfish men cross his range and drink at his springs.  Only a few can live on the desert.  Let him who has found the springs and the trails keep them for his own.  Let him who came too late go away to find for himself, to prove himself a warrior, or let his bones whiten in the sand.  The Navajo counsels his white friend to kill.”

“The great Eschtah speaks wise words,” said Naab.  “The White Prophet is richer for them.  He will lay aside the prayers to his unseeing God, and will seek his foe.”

“It is well.”

“The white man’s foe is strong,” went on the Mormon; “he has many men, they will fight.  If Eschtah sends his braves with his friend there will be war.  Many braves will fall.  The White Prophet wishes to save them if he can.  He will go forth alone to kill his foe.  If the sun sets four times and the white man is not here, then Eschtah will send his great war-chief and his warriors.  They will kill whom they find at the white man’s springs.  And thereafter half of all the white man’s cattle that were stolen shall be Eschtah’s, so that he watch over the water and range.”

“Eschtah greets a chief,” answered the Indian.  “The White Prophet knows he will kill his enemy, but he is not sure he will return.  He is not sure that the little braves of his foe will fly like the winds, yet he hopes.  So he holds the Navajo back to the last.  Eschtah will watch the sun set four times.  If his white friend returns he will rejoice.  If he does not return the Navajo will send his warriors on the trail.”

August Naab walked swiftly from the circle of light into the darkness; his heavy steps sounded on the porch, and in the hallway.  His three sons went toward their cabins with bowed heads and silent tongues.  Eschtah folded his blanket about him and stalked off into the gloom of the grove, followed by his warriors.

Hare remained in the shadow of the cottonwood where he had stood unnoticed.  He had not moved a muscle since he had heard August Naab’s declaration.  That one word of Naab’s intention, “Alone!” had arrested him.  For it had struck into his heart and mind.  It had paralyzed him with the revelation it brought; for Hare now knew as he had never known anything before, that he would forestall August Naab, avenge the death of Dave, and kill the rustler Holderness.  Through blinding shock he passed slowly into cold acceptance of his heritage from the desert.