"Killing captives is woman’s work," he growled scornfully at the whipped culprits. "Cleanse yourselves lest you be squaw-marked, and withdraw from camp until the New Moon, for you are banished twelve days." And, answering their moans of protest: "Suppose the horses had dragged one of them through camp? The grass-eater chieflings are our guests, and it is known that they are easily frightened by blood. Especially the blood of their own kind. Take heed."